Hermione was anxious. She'd been anxious since the disaster about almost going with George, and since then it'd only gotten stronger.
But there she was, sitting next to Ron in her gown!. The flowers he'd gotten were beautiful, and her hands were clasped tight around them in her lap. Without realizing it, she'd started a pattern of looking at the flowers, then out the window, then at Ron, Harry and Luna and then back to the flowers. How did she do this? Was it considered an actual date?
When Luna spoke up, Hermione's gaze turned back to the other girl. "Anyone could show, really." She replied with a small shrug. "It'll be fun to see everyone in masks and all, though." She breathed and tried to relax, tried not to over think things for once, smiling at her friends.