Rejected
It was a nice day for winter. The snow fell daintily across the Hogwarts castle. A cheeky little snowflake landed on an eyelash. It contrasted greatly from the boy's jet black lash. He had sparkling green eyes that hid behind his small circular glasses. It was starting to be much too small for his face. His eyes burned with tears of embarrassment and disappointment.
Suddenly, he punched the wall next to him in frustration, followed succinctly with a growl of pain and anger. He was the boy-who-lived and he can't even ask a girl to a dance. Well, he could, but he's been rejected. It honestly took a lot more courage to ask Cho to the dance than battling with a dragon. He gave a sigh of someone who has given up and gingerly held onto his right hand that was pulsing with pain. He didn't think it was broken, but it didn't matter to him; he's had much worse. Why was he mad? His second choice, Cho Chang, didn't accept his invitation and he couldn't ask his real choice. Harry had a secret; one that he should would and could not tell anyone. Harry Potter had developed a crush on his very best friend, Hermione Granger.
It was a small crush. Honestly, being in life and death situations within their three and half years of friendship, it was inevitable. He saved her life and she has saved his. It didn't help that they were each other's safety net. They relied on each other more than anyone else in their lives. The fact that Hermione came to him often, crying about something Ron has said, intensified his little crush on her. How could it not, when she would put her head on his shoulder and he would get a whiff of her fairy dust scented hair. Then he would put his arm around her, egging her to cuddle closer to him. It was as if life was just tempting him.
He wasn't fully aware of how attracted he was to her until their flight with Buckbeak. When she pressed herself against him in fright, Buckbeak was also fully aware of how attracted he was to her. Sirius Black, his godfather, immediately caught on to him and gave him many advices on things he did not want advice on. Thank goodness for the time crunch they were on. Neither Hermione nor Harry told Ron what happened that night. It was silently agreed that it was their secret. Nothing happened, but then again, a lot did.
The minute Professor McGonagall told him that he had to have a date for the dance, he thought of Hermione. He thought about it for a millisecond before switching to Cho. Crushing on Hermione Granger was hard. He knew he loved her, not romantically just yet, but he cared a whole lot for her. The pain and awkwardness it might create was too much. He would rather have her in his life as is, than lose her to something that's not guaranteed. At this point, it was much easier to ask Cho to the dance. It was simple and created way less problems and that is exactly what he just did except she rejected him. This brings us to his current problem of who will he ask to the dance.
Harry entered his dorm room and went straight to his bed and closed the curtains. He pinched his forehead to ease his blooming headache. As he closed his eyes, while lying on his bed, the image of a bushy haired, beautiful, kind, intelligent, perfect-for-him witch swam in his head until sleep over took him. Who he was taking to the dance was left unanswered, waiting for him when he wakes up.
Disclaimer:
Everything belongs to J.K Rowling. Just doing this for fun times.
Short Author explanation:
This story may or may not be finished. I will not commit and I'm sorry for that. Honestly, you can just pretend it was an unwritten part of the canon. Thanks!
