Something Happened

Chapter one: A Dance Too Far

Harry looked at Hermione, sitting on her bed listening to the radio. It had become a daily thing, waiting to hear a familiar name on the list of missing wizards. The ritual had been started by one Ron Weasley, who had left the Golden Trio down to a Duo, only a few hours ago. The young witch looked so peaceful in her grieving. As the list came to an end, a familiar Muggle song started up. Hermione's eyes filled with tears; it was the song she and Ron had danced to at the wedding. Harry couldn't stand watching his best friend cry. It was too painful for him to just sit there watching the tears streaming down her face, so he stood up from his arm chair and walked across the small room to Hermione. As he approached her, Hermione looked at his outstretched hand, and then up to his bright green eyes. He gave her a nod and she took it as a sign that everything was going to be ok. Wiping her eyes with one hand, she placed the other in his and he pulled her up. Seeing the horcrux around her neck, Harry gracefully lifted it off her neck and placed it on the bed. He led her out to the centre of the room, and took both hands in his. Harry wasn't the best dancer, and he knew that, but he also knew that the only way to get his best friend back to normal was to try. He started swaying from side to side and Hermione started laughing silently at his failed attempt to dance. She decided to join him and they were spinning eachother and dancing, not paying attention to the rhythm of the song. Soon, Hermione's tears of sadness were replaced with tears of laughter. As the song came to an end, Hermione placed her head on Harry's shoulder and they swayed together.

"Thank you Harry," she whispered.

When the song faded out, the young friends looked at eachother.

Kiss her, Harry thought.

Tell him how you feel, said Hermione's brain.

"Harry."

"Hermione."

Laughter.

"You first Hermione."

"You're my best friend. I don't know what I would do without you."

She flung her arms around his neck and hugged him close.

This is your chance Harry.

When she finally released him, Harry didn't hesitate. He pulled her close and brought his lips to hers. It got more intense, but stayed sweet and wrapped his arms around her waist, and she let hers mess his hair. As the kiss got more intense, they fell onto Hermione's bed. This was too much for the young teenagers, and Hermione pushed Harry away from her. She knelt on the bed above him, caressed his cheek, grabbed her wand and walked out of the tent. Harry was left with the memories of what had just happened. He knew it would never be mentioned again, but he wished she had let it go the tent, Hermione was wishing the same thing. But she had Ron, and Harry had Ginny – that was how it was going to be.