Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter. If i did, then I would be richer than the Queen of England, which is not the case. However, J.k. Rowling does own Harry Potter and is richer than the Queen of England.


Authors Note:Please read and review but be nice as this is my first fanfic.


The smell of bacon and all sorts of other breakfast food lured a certain green eyed, black haired boy into the Great Hall. He took a seat with his best friends and asked Ron who he was taking to the Yule Ball. Ron blushed so red that his skin matched his flaming head. He mummbled something about not asking yet.

"Ronald, the Yule Ball is only a few weeks away! Surley you at least have a person in mind?" an inquisitive Hermione asked.

"Girls are just so intimidating! They gather in groups like a pack of wolves. How can I ask a girl to the ball if all of her friends are around? Im already labeled a dork as far as the girls are concerned. I've asked at least a dozen of them anyhow," Ron verbilized in one breath. " All the pretty girls are taken."

Harry tried to stiffle his laughter while Hermione glared at him. Ron's self-confidence level was very low for such a handsome guy. "Well, Harry, what about you?" Hermione inquired.

"There is someone special and very dear to me that I would like to ask. In fact, she is sitting at this table," Harry said calmly.

"Who is the lucky girl, mate?" Ron chuckled.

"Hermione," Harry breathed," would you honor me by being my date for the Yule Ball?" Harry asked cautiously.

Ron spit out his pumpkin juice all over his robes.

"Why?" Hermione managed to choke out.

" Because your the only one who didn't question me when my name appeared in the Goblet Of Fire. You believed that I didn't put it in there. When the whole school turned it's back on me, you were the only one who stayed by my side. You saved my life in the first tournament by helping me learn spells and keeping me focused. Your my best friend, and a beautiful one at that."

"What about Cho?," Ron said in a panicked voice.

"Cho would be my second choice. If Hermione", Harry looked up sheepishly to the bushy haired witch," says no, then I would ask Cho." Harry said smoothly.

"I thought that Hermione might want to go with me," Ron admitted.

"Ronald Weasley, you should have asked me before you asked all the other girls! I was your last resort! I was the back-up plan all along! You've been leading me on all these years. I really thought that their could be something between us... But their isn't, is there? " Hermione cried. "Don't answer that, Ron. The answer doesn't matter anymore."

A shocked and stuned Ron got up from the table and lazily walked out of the Great Hall.

Harry was sorry for upsetting Ron, but he knew deep down that Hermione and Ron would have never worked out any way. Those two always bickered and it would have put a strain on the entire trio if the firey red head and Hermione were an official couple. Besides, Cho wasn't the only one who Harry had an eye on. Harry had always found Hermione attractive, and this year was no exception. Hermione had finaly gained a little weight, and filled out. She wasn't chubby, but she had some meat on her bones now and it really added to her sensual aura.

"Yes, Harry, yes. I would love to attend the ball with you," Hermione accepted as she blushed ever so slightly. "I guess I can get a dress this weekend in Hogsmead. Would you like to help me pick one out?"

"Would you like to make it a date? All my treat? I mean, I suppose I should make an appearance with you in public so everyone knows that we will be going to the ball together. If that's ok with you..." Harry hesitated a little.

"That would be nice."