When Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room he was greeted by an unusual sight. Ron was sitting in the furthest corner with Ginny standing in front of him, talking softly to him.
"What's wrong, Ron?" Harry walked over to them and Ron looked up at him, regret written over his face.
"What's wrong? What I have done is wrong, I don't know what happened to me!" Harry didn't know what to say, he didn't want to force him to say something but…. Ugh let's get it over with.
"What's happened?" He looked kind of helpless standing beside Ginny awkwardly.
"He - umm… He just asked Fleur Delacour to dance with him, at the Yule Ball" Gínny looked like she was trying really hard not to smile or accidently laugh, while she giving Ron a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.
"Merlin's pants! He did not!" Harry looked at Ron, he couldn't believe what he just heard. He has more balls than me! Asking Delacour! I did never do that, Merlin no.
"I don't know why I did it, What did I imagine would happen anyway. Everybody was looking and Oh… Merlin" Harry was fighting not to smile, this was priceless. He couldn't help feeling bad for his friends but at the same time it was hilarious. Where was Hermione, she should hear this.
Ron suddenly looked at him, with a smile. "Do you know who Neville tried with? HAHAHA, Guess who he asked, Harry do it."
Harry thought really hard but ended up shrugging his shoulders.
"He asked Hermione!" Ron was grinning wide now while Harry didn't look very pleased at all.
"WHAT?!" Harry forgot the whole Cho-thing when hearing this. He couldn't believe it, Neville had asked Hermione. For some reason he had this nagging feeling in the stomach, and he realised what he felt. He was JEALOUS.
"What did she say?" He looked at Ron, grabbing his shoulders and without realising, squeezing them hard.
"Merlin, realise me Harry, Obviously no! The poor girl surely didn't want to go with Neville and mumbled something before she left him." Harry felt a wave of relief.
Hermione choose that moment to enter.
"Where were you guys? Didn't see any of you." Harry just looked at her, without knowing what to say. When his mouth opened out on it's own.
"Hermione, wanna go outside with me, for a moment?" She looked at him clearly confused but nodded anyway.
They walked outside on the Hogwarts grounds in silence, when Hermione broke it.
"Sooo… What was the whole thing with Ron." Harry snapped out of whatever he was in and looked at her. He had forgotten about that. The fresh air and the walking with Hermione had made him rather calm and he momentarily forgot every worry he had.
"Oh that," He smiled a goofy smile at her and she couldn't resist but smile back. "You will never guess what he did."
He paused knowing full well he had caught her attention now and he realised he liked it.
"Well, Come on, Potter" She gave him a playful shove."Tell me! This isn't funny."
She pouted and he gave in. "He asked Fleur Delacour to dance with him at the Yule Ball." Hermione stopped abruptly up and looked disbelievingly at him.
"He did not…" She still looked at him, eyes wide.
"Yes he did, walked right over to her and asked"
"What did she say?"
"Well… I don't know… Yes? Obviously No"
Hermione rolled her eyes before starting laughing. Harry waited for her to stop but she didn't and he found himself joining her. They laughed for a good time before they walked over and sat on the grass.
Harry glanced toward her, she was looking toward the forest not aware of him staring at her. He realised she had grown quite a bit and he caught himself drooling a little bit. He quickly wiped it away. Merlin, Potter. Get yourself together!
Hermione looked at him and smiled when he realised something.
"Hermione what happened to your teeth? They look different." Harry couldn't believe he hadn't seen it before, her teeth looked more… normal sized now. Did she do anything to them?
"Oh… yeah. Mom and Dad are not gonna be pleased when they find out. After the encounter with Malfoy, Madam Pomfrey reduced them, and asked me to tell her to stop when they were the size they were before and I... let her continue for a little bit longer."
Harry looked confused, yeah her teeth had been big but so what? It shouldn't push her down.
"Hermione you are beautiful as you are." Oh No I didn't say that out loud did I? Bloody Hell.
Hermione blushed a deep shade of red. "Thanks, Harry" She murmured awkwardly.
Harry thought about Neville asking her the Yule and decided to try and ask her casually "Sooo… found a date yet, huh?" She looked away, biting her lip.
"No.. I haven't" So she hadn't found a date yet, she just didn't want to go with Neville.
It just hit him and he froze. Why in Merlin's Beard hadn't he thought about it before, It was bloody hell brilliant.
"Harry?" She reached out and looked at him worried. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Hermione, would you be my date to the ball?" He looked at her excited and felt the same goofy smile from before appear. Hermione looked at that smile and realised that she couldn't say no, not that she would even think about that.
"Yes, Harry. I would gladly be your date." Harry felt like he could run a whole marathon and he stood abruptly, grinning madly. When he found himself chanting "Yes, yes, yes"
Hermione looked at him like he had gone mad but even she could not stop smiling. It was going to be perfect.
A/N: Ohhhh It happened! XD