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(A/N: Ok, after reading some of my reviews (mainly BlahBabe's) I have been adding to my chapters and making them at least what I think would be better. So I am redoing the chapters. Here is chapter one, hope you enjoy. I will be doing the rest, just not yet. And a special Thanks to all the people that took the time to read this)
A Hogwarts Dance
Chapter 1
One month, five days before the dance
"This year, we will be having, a dance, so to speak, for all students 5th year and up..." Professor Dumbledore's next few words were drowned out by the growls of 1st through 4th year students. "This dance will take place the Saturday before final exams, 5th year students and up are allowed to bring a student below 5th year. Now, off to bed."
One week, three days before the dance
"Harry, are you ever gunna ask her? If you don't someone else will."
"I have tried Ron, ever since she found out how much I like her, she wont stay near me for more then a few seconds." Harry replied, the sad look that is becoming more and more apparent since that day.
Ron just looked at him as Harry wrote the hundredth or so note he always wished he could send to Hermione, but knew he never would. "Are you ever gunna send her one of them?" Ron asked.
Harry just looked up at him with that 'you-know-I-want-to-but-it-will-just-push-her-further-away' look that he gave to Ron alot of in the past few weeks. "If only she did not hear us that day..." Harry said, his mind started to drift.
FLASHBACK (Harry)
"What is it you wanna tell me Harry?" Ron asked.
"Umm..."
"Will you just tell me already, it is 11:38 at night, we have the Quidditch match tomorrow against Slytherin, and you know I need sleep."
"Fine, umm, you promise not to tell right?"
"I will give you the same answer I gave you the last 7 times you asked, no I will not tell."
"Ok... I wanna ask Hermione to the dance, but I don't know how too."
"Is that all? Just tell her how you feel, be honest with her."
"What do you think I should say?"
"Well, how do you feel about her?"
"Well" Harry said, he tried to cover his face, which was starting to glow as red as Ron's hair, "I love her. I love everything about her. Her eyes, her smarts, her..."
There was a crash, both Ron and Harry whipped there heads around to see what the commotion was all about. Standing behind a dropped pile of books, was Hermione Granger, jaw dropped, staring at Harry and Ron. Before anyone could say a word, Hermione quickly picked up her books and loose papers, hurrying up into the girls dormitory.
Harry stood up and walked to the boys dormitory without even picking up his homework, they lost the match the next day.
END FLASHBACK
Harry picked up his books and started heading for the boys dormitory when there was a small, almost unheard tap on the window, Harry looked over to see Hedwig standing on the sill, dripping from the storm outside, with a letter in her beak. Harry quickly opened the window and retrieved the wet owl from the storm. He took the letter, gave Hedwig a few owl treats, and looked at his letter, he realized at once it was from Hermione, he opened it with haste, he read the note silently, not paying Ron the knowledge of who the letter was even from...
Harry,
We need to talk, meet me at the southern statue of Ingolfr the Iambic by the lake at eleven thirty tonight.
Hermione
Harry looked at his watch, 10:39 it read. Hundreds of questions ran through his mind, why after all this time does she wanna talk to me, what does she wanna tell me, should I ask her to go to the dance with me, why does she wanna meet so late, so far away from the castle?
Ron growing impatient, graped the letter from Harry and read it with a smile on his face. "Harry, this is the chance you have been waiting for."
"Yeah" Harry said simply as he withdrew his note from Ron's grasp. He went up to his trunk, grabbing a towel, he headed to the prefect's bathroom for a bath.
Harry returned to the Common Room at 11:07 according to his watch, he went up to the dormitory, retrieved his invisibility cloak from his trunk and headed towards the lake. After being almost seen by three teachers and two prefects, not to mention almost walking straight into Snape on the 3rd floor. He got out of the castle and smelt the cool crisp air, the rain had seemed to have stopped. He quickly checked his watch, it read 11:22.
"Sht, accio firebolt" Within seconds, Harry's firebolt was zooming towards him at high speeds. He hopped on and headed straight for the lake.
11:24
11:25
11:26
11:27
11:28
11:29
He looked down and saw the statue of Ingolfr, as he touched down he looked around for his beloved Hermione, who was nowhere to be seen. He pulled out the note from Hermione out to make sure he was in the right spot, then checked the base of the statue to make sure he was at the right one.
11:30
11:31
11:32
11:33
Still no sign of Hermione, was she caught by a teacher, did she write down the wrong statue?
11:34
11:35
11:36
11:37
Harry sat on his broom wondering where Hermione was, did she trick him, stood him up?
11:38
11:39
11:40
11:41
11:42
11:43
11:44
With still no sign of Hermione, Harry started worrying, was she kidnapped? Harry looked franticly around the statue looking for something that she, or someone else, might have dropped. He looked on the ground near the statue, on the ground away from the statue, on the statue... with a piece of tape, a note hang from the nose of Ingolfr the Iambic. Harry removed the note with a swift tug and heard a sharp 'oww' out of nowhere.
"That hurt" The statue said.
"Sorry, did not know that a statue could talk... or feel pain for that matter."
"This is Hogwarts remember. So anyway, what does that note say, I was sleeping when whoever it was put it on my nose, all i saw was the back of her flowing ginger brown hair, I cal..."
"Hermione was here, when was it, is she ok, was she hurt, kidnapped?"
"About 2 hours ago, she looked fine, a little pale, she looked nervous. So what does note say?"
Harry had got so worked up that Hermione was seen he forgot about the note in his hand, he opened it up and read out loud.
(A/N: Ok, I got thinking about Harry Potter and how Wizards/Witches tend to avoid muggle things all together. BUT, Harry still carries the wrist watch. Wouldn't magic by now have created an alternative that could tell time, hold your spell books, and have an attachment that could make smoothies? Tell me what you think.)