Story Name: Not Left There
Ship: H/Hr
Summary: What would happen if Harry didn't leave Hermione crying on the step at the Yule Ball and go after Ron. This is how I think it would go down. H/Hr Goes to second task if you wanted to know
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters nor any of the locations. I only own the changes I have made to the original story. Everything else belongs to J.K Rowling
"What, what! That's what you think!?"
"Yeah, that's what I think"
"You know the solution then, don't you!"
"Go on"
"Next time there's a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!"
"Well that's, that's just, I mean that's just completely of the point! Harry!"
"Where have you been? Nevermind, of to bed, both of you!"
Harry walked past Hermione without a word and made his way to Ron. "What's this about?" he asked. "Don't worry, they get scarier as they get older" Ron replied with a glare at Hermione. Ron started to walk of to the Griffindor common room but stopped. He turned and asked "You comming?". Harry cast a worried glance at Hermione, who was now sobbing silently on the stairs. "Nah, I'll stay back and get us drinks" he lied. Even Ron, who was the thickest thickhead out of all the thickheads, could tell this was not the truth. "Fine, your going to go comfort her, that traitor" and with that, Ron stormed up the stairs and out of sight.
Harry turned and focused his attention on Hermione. He walked slowly up to her and sat down. At first, it seemed that she didn't realise he was there, but after a few seconds she leant against his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. Hermione felt the arm that she was leaning on move around to her other arm. Her crying had now subsided to a occasional sniff, and, apparently, Harry had noticed this because the next thing he was doing was finding something to say. The problem was, he couldn't think of something to say, but, to his luck, Hermione spoke first. "Why, why is he so rude?" she she said quietly in his ear. " I dunno" he said back. Suddenly Harry had an Idea. A wonderful idea. He stood up and said:"mayihavethislastdance" with his arm outstretched to her. "Harry, can you say that again, just not at the speed of roughly 1000mps" "Oh, er sorry, er, May I have this last dance. Hermione's face broke into a smile and replied: " Yes"
For the next 5 minutes Harry danced with Hermione while having the most fun he had all year. Once the song finished Harry and Hermione were puffed out and decide to go to bed. But before they went up to there different dormitories Harry had kissed her on the hand, not knowing that Hermione would spend the night remembering his warm but dry lips on her hand and dreaming of him.
Harry woke the next morning to the memories of dancing with Hermione with her body pressed against his and how good it felt. They suddenly stopped, interrupted by the voice in his head. Ugh Potter, stop thinking about your friend like that, she will never love you back. He thought sadly about how the voice in his head was probably right. Doesn't matter, it was time to get dressed, eat breakfast and check his timetable.