Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose Worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
--Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare
Summary: It's the most wonderful time of the year . . .
Or it's supposed to be. Hermione Granger's Christmas is turning out to be less than wonderful as she prepares for the evening's Yule Ball, which hangs over her head like a death warrant.
Peek inside Hermione's head as she gets ready to meet her date--and prepares to teach a certain red-haired boy a lesson in the process.