Hey! So I saw Harry Potter the fourth movie again this week and I thought this part of the movie would make a good Harry and Hermione Pairing scene. Spoilers from the movie are seen here.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me; they all belong to JK Rowling
Title: The Yule Ball
Summary: Harry's eyes tore away from Cho Chang, his mind decided that there was nothing more beautiful, until his eyes caught the top of the stairs, and he was proven wrong by one single person. Hermione.
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Ron looked at himself, disgusted at the image the mirror showed him. His maroon dress robes clashed horribly with the white laces, which went horribly with his trademark Weasley hair. He heard the door creak open behind him and saw Harry come out in a plain black dress robe, which went like a soul mate with his messy jet black hair and grassy green eyes.
"Well those are ok. Why can't mum get me those?" Ron wailed in distress, continuing to fidget with the white laces. Harry walked up behind his best friend, and looked sympathetically at the mirror that showed his friend's reflection. What was he suppose to say?
"Come on, the girls are waiting." Harry blurted, dragging out a reluctant Ron as he left.
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"Poor kid, must be crying her eyes out up there." Ron mentioned as he and Harry walked down the stairs to meet the Patil twins.
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Hermione!" Ron practically shouted at his best friend, "C'mon mate, you've got to admit it, Hermione hasn't got a date."
"But she said…" Harry trailed off. Ron waved him away impatiently.
"I've asked Lavender, Seamus, Ginny and Neville. She wouldn't tell them who her date is. She probably just said that so she wouldn't look bad, pity." Ron shook his head, sighing.
"Hello Harry, Ron." Parvati said as they got to the bottom of the stairs. Harry said hi, "Don't you look… handsome." Parvati eyed Ron's maroon suit. Ron's face grew a faint red.
"Oh there you are Potter!" said the familiar voice of McGonagall. Harry immediately turned around to see the stern witch approach him. "I hope you and Miss Patil are ready." Harry did a double take,
"Ready? For what?" he said a little too quickly. McGonagall gave him a look,
"To dance of course. It is tradition that the three champions-in this case four, open the ball dancing with their partners." McGonagall said incredulously. "Haven't I told you?"
"No you didn't" Harry stated rather annoyed.
"Well now you know." McGonagall said shortly, starting to move away, her gaze flew towards Ron. "Well, get going Mr Weasley." And she walked off. Harry watched, slightly horrified as Ron walked away with Padma Patil, he saw Padma give her sister a look of doubt as she followed Ron into the Great Hall.
Harry looked around, and found the one person he was looking for. Cho Chang didn't look anything less than perfect. Her black silky hair tied up into an elegant bun, wearing a beige colored silk dress decorated with flowers. He felt a twang of jealousy at how fitting she looked with Cedric Diggory; he failed to notice another figure coming down the stairs. He decided that no one looked as beautiful as her that night.
"Isn't she beautiful." He heard Parvarti gasp, Harry nodded, his eyes still following Cho,
"Yea, she is." He murmured before noticing she was not facing his direction. He turned his gaze up the stairs and landed on another figure.
He felt his breath grow hitched and his heart stopped beating. His hands got clammy and he swore his blood had stopped running, yet his face was turning red. He had decided Cho Chang was the most beautiful person there was, he was proven wrong. His grassy green eyes followed a fancy dressed Hermione down the stairs. He had never seen Hermione dressed this way before and frankly, he had an idea why. Should she dress like this everyday, he swear, every boy in this school would have their bloody eyes on her.
She came down in a beautiful pink colored dress, the neck part dipping low at the front, and the back opened until her waist. Her normally bushy brown hair was known drawn into a bun of messy curls, some fell down by her neck. Her brown eyes shimmered from the candles of the castle, her lips drawn in a smile.
Victor Krum brushed by him, his hand extended towards Hermione. Harry's eyes narrowed as Hermione's small hand touched Krum's and watched him draw it into a kiss. Hermione looped her arms around his offered arms and walked past Harry and Parvati, giving them a smile and a wave, something Harry did not feel like returning.
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"And now, our Tri Wizard Champions will start of the dance!" Dumbledore cried happily, waving his hand towards the four pairs of couples in the middle of the circle. Immediately, tiny Professor Flitwick que the band to start and soon music filled the air.
"Put your hands on my waist." Parvati hissed under her breath. Harry snapped his gaze away from Hermione.
"What?"
"Your hands on my waist!" she hissed louder, pulling his hands and having it placed on her waist. Soon Harry and Parvati were twirling around the hall, blurry images of people passed by Harry's eyes.
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Harry and Ron sat, slumped on the chair by the nearest table, Padma and Parvati Patil sat on either side of them, annoyed.
"Are you ever going to ask me to dance?" Padma asked for the hundredth time that night.
"No." Ron said grumpily. A Dumstrang student came up to Parvati,
'May I have this dance?" he asked charmingly. Parvati glanced at Harry, who was watching Hermione through the crowd,
"You don't mind do you Harry?" she asked. Harry snapped out of his trance,
"What?" he asked, lost, Parvati rolled her eyes,
"Forget it." And she left with the boy. After the dance, they didn't come back. Hermione strolled out from the crowd laughing with Krum. Krum kissed her gently on the hand before going to the beverage table, Hermione stood there, hand on her head, sighing, before wondering to the boys.
"Hot in here, isn't it?" she asked happily at the two. Both Harry and Ron glanced at Hermione. "What's wrong?" she asked. Harry bit his lip, not wanting to ruin 4 years of friendship, Ron thought other wise.
"You! That's what's wrong! How could you come with Krum?" Ron practically yelled. Hermione's blood boiled.
"What?"
"You're fraternizing with the enemy!" Ron yelled back. Hermione's face was flushed red by now.
"The enemy?" Hermione yelled, "Who wanted his autograph with when he first came?" Hermione countered, tears now in her eyes. She stood up, practically running to the front door, Ron followed. Harry decided it wasn't that good of an idea, but seeing the crowd, he regretfully stood up and followed.
"Well you know what the solution is then?" Hermione cried, tears rolling down her eyes.
"Oh yea, what?" Ron challenged. Hermione took a few gulps of air,
"Ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!" she screamed, unfortunately, Harry took that moment to interrupt. "Forget it, go to bed, both of you!" she cried. Ron fumed off, muttering darkly under his breath, Harry really wanted to go see Hermione, but seeing Ron, he didn't want to get on his bad side, not when they shared the same dormitory. He followed his best friend up the stairs, ignoring his other one.
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Harry's eyes snapped open, beads of sweat rolling down his head. His heart pounded painfully, another dream tormenting his mind.
"You all right Harry?" Neville asked him, dancing shoes slung around his neck. Harry nodded, his throat dry. "I just got it. Me!" Neville sighed dreamily, humming a dancing tune under his breath, he waltzed away.
Harry's head hit his pillow again, his eyes staring into nothingness. As he was starting to drift back to sleep, a soft sobbing and sniffles floated up the stairs. Grabbing a turtle neck and jeans, and slipping them on, he decided to check it out, half of him not wanted to dream another one of his nightmares.
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Harry came down the stairs to find Hermione at the Gryffindor Common Room. Quietly he walked up from behind her, hoping she had calmed down.
"Hermione?" he asked gently. He saw Hermione immediately rub her tears with her palm, before looking up at him with red eyes, making his throat tighten.
"Oh, Harry, it's you." Hermione said with an unconvincingly light voice. Her breath wavered. "I thought you were all ready asleep." Harry sat down next to her, he gave a light chuckle,
"Yea, I was, I got woken up, that's all." He replied softly, his hand unconsciously going to his scar. Hermione looked at her best friend sadly,
"It's your scar isn't it? You've had that dream again haven't you?" Hermione spoke gently, taking the hand Harry had on his scar into her own. Harry nodded. Sometimes, he was amazed at how Hermione was able to read him so clearly. She had been able to ever since he had first met her and became friends with her after the troll incident in their first year. Maybe that's why he felt such a connection to her, a connection he never had with Ron no matter how many common interests they shore.
"I can't close my eyes without seeing it again." Harry finally said quietly, not facing her. He couldn't help but feel the comfortable weight of Hermione's small warm hands in his.
"I'm sorry Harry." Hermione suddenly said. "Ron and I, we were acting like such children, and then I lashed out on you for no reason. It's just; we don't know how it feels like, to be you." Harry's thumb unconsciously made lazy circles on Hermione's hands.
"It's ok… you guys bring some excitement to my life." Harry joked, lightening up the tension. Hermione laughed, feeling much better.
"Thank you Harry." She said sincerely, Harry watched her tug on the red high heels she wore with her dress uncomfortably, "I swear nothing is worth wearing these horrid shoes." She said a while later, taking then off. Harry chuckled. As Hermione bent down to remove her shoes, a clip from her brown hair fell down.
"Oh." She gasped, reaching down to get it. At the same time, Harry bent down, wanting to help her retrieve it, their hands touched. Both blushing slightly, they raised their head at the same time, and their foreheads touched. Her glossy brown eyes met his grassy green ones. They gazed into one another, and slowly they drew closer, their nose touched.
"Sorry." Harry breathed out softly, his warm breath caressing her cheeks. Still they moved closer, "I-"
""Don't" Hermione interrupted him, her eyes fluttered shut. Slowly, their lips met, and the connection they both had with one another before grew stronger still as time went by. Harry's strong arms wrapped around Hermione's small waist, drawing her and the gown's material towards him as their friendship grew towards another level.
A sudden rustle from the stairs made them break apart immediately, face both flushed. Hermione tried to move away, only to find a pair of arms that linked with Harry's body around her. Face red, she rose up to find a genuine smile, a smile she hadn't seen since the nightmare started, on his face. She let out a nervous giggle, which turned into a quiet and nervous laugh. Soon, Harry chuckled with her, until both were out of breath, and Hermione's head was leaning against Harry's forehead.
"I think… I should go up." Hermione said breathlessly after a minute or silence went by. Harry nodded, gently kissing Hermione on the tip of her nose,
"Yea, I think I should." He replied both standing up. They moved towards the opposite side, the two hands the connected them slowly slid apart and the two disappeared up the stairs.
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Harry fell onto his bed, the cool bed sheets felt pleasant against his flaming skin. He glanced at his red headed best friend, finding him to be still asleep. He snuggled deeper under his covers, his eyes closed. And for once that year, a smile lit his face.
Unknown to Harry, in the Girl's Dormitory, a bushy brunette did the same thing, a content smile lit up her face.
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A/N: Ok, crappy one shot for HP but hey, I thought it was cute… ha, ha, anyways, it might take a while for "I never knew" to update, please be patient. Thanks.
