Hello everyone! This next chapter is a little bit shorter than the first, but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

Note that once present-day Harry is in the Pensieve his thoughts, opinions, and actions will be in italics. Except when a past person is writing.

Chapter 2: An Offbeat Yule Ball

Yule Ball, December of 1994

Still questioning the anger with Ginny, I stomp down to the kitchen and find some firewhiskey. As I gulp some of it, I lean my back on the marble countertops contemplating what made Ginny look that way. I would never betray you. Ginny, I wasn't going to leave you, but now I know you wouldn't do the same for me. I see Kreacher coming down the stairs mumbling to himself saying good riddance to the blood traitor. I had to keep Kreacher when I got the house from Sirius though Hermione tried to make me give him clothes, he refused. As for the painting of Mrs. Black, well I had to get rid of it. It was driving Ginny and me insane with the yelling and screaming.

With my heart and body burning from the firewhiskey and the idea of the wound that she gave, I head back upstairs to the pensieve room.

"Master, dinner will be ready in an hour and a half." Kreacher called out.

"Thank You, Kreacher!" I answer back.

I look through the cabinets with the vials reading all of them to find what Ginny said in her diary later that day or any other day, but to no avail. About to give up and put her memories back, I find a blocked space in the mock end of the cabinet on the top shelve. I pull out a wooden square cut out, that hid the rear end of the shelf, but what I found was two vial cases of unnamed memories. The vial cases are dusty and a sandy tan color to it. I open the cases to find thirteen vials in them. Was Ginny trying to hide these from me? Maybe this could be the answer to my question of why Ginny got so angry about the conversation that day. Without another thought, I take the first vial, that had some cobwebs stuck to it, over to the pensieve and dive in.

The scene was making itself to be the Yule Ball back in the fourth year at Hogwarts. The dance floor had a little over a handful of couples slow dancing to a slow song. I look around to find Ginny and Neville, her date for the ball but found either of the two. Actually, the room was very becoming very empty and only had a few people were left. Some were talking amongst themselves or watching the final dancers on the dancefloor. I wish I took Ginny to this. We would have at least a good time and it would have made the Yule Ball less terrible.

I found my 14-year-old self and Ron standing by the punch bowl, sipping on a cup, with my younger self watching one couple, in particular, that was exiting the dancefloor, Hermione and Krum. My face looked defeated as Ron was glaring at them both.

I dismiss those looks because I believe it was more to do with the fact that she was having more fun and Ron and I wasn't. Hermione whispered something into Krum's ear and they went in two different directions. Krum went to talk with some of his friends from Durmstrang on the other side of the room as Hermione came to the younger Ron and me.

"Having fun?" Hermione asked with a small smile even though she knew what the answer would be.

"Why the bloody hell do you care?" Ron glared as he got his cup of pumpkin juice and walked away from Hermione and Harry.

I don't remember this part of the Yule Ball. Where is this going?

"You looked great out there," Young Harry complimented.

Hermione looked at him awkwardly as my younger self tried not to look at her because of a starting blush on his cheeks.

"Thanks, Harry." Hermione paused for a little before continuing on. "D-do you want to dance with me? As friends I mean?" She tried to look at his face which he was desperately trying to hide as it was red by now.

Younger Harry tried not to look her directly into her face "Aren't you dancing with Krum, tonight?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I asked him if it was okay if I saved the last dance for you. Only if it is okay with you though."

I see a small smile appear on my face as he finally his Gryffindor bravery kicked in. "S-sure." Why am I blushing so much for just being with Hermione? It is just Hermione. But she looks gorgeous for sure.

Hermione took younger Harry's hand over to the dancefloor for the last song of the night which was another slow song for the couples who were getting a bit too close. Why dance to this slow song wouldn't it be awkward? We are just friends, aren't we? I watch myself and Hermione dance and twirl on the dancefloor. Hermione in her blue dress was very beautiful and I think that I am better on my feet with Hermione than with Parvati. I bet that Ginny and I would have been just as good or even better. Okay, Harry, you need to stop thinking about Ginny with her hurting you as she did.

I see as they laughed and giggled to themselves as they danced gracefully not paying attention to anyone else that was there. Not that anyone minds the two at this point. Finally, the final song ended and the people started to leave to go to their respective common rooms, I see Hermione and young Harry go to the courtyard. I followed.

"I loved dancing with you, Hermione. It was the only best thing all night." Young Harry said with a bright smile.

"Thanks, Harry," Hermione replied taking his hand once more. "I think that you were better on your feet with me than you were with Parvati."

"I think I was a little nervous with all those people staring at me."

Hermione giggled. "Do you think are more comfortable with me than her?"

"I guess." He paused to think for a moment his body showing some nervousness to the situation. "I think that we should go back to Gryffindor Tower before anyone finds us. I don't want us to get detention."

Hermione looked a little disappointed, but she followed my lead to the Gryffindor tower.

I feel something in the air that was different between the two as the two teenagers as they went to the Gryffindor tower. Did she want to tell me on the way to the tower?

Hermione and young Harry made it to the portrait hole of Gryffindor Tower. It was dimly lit with some candles lighting the way as the remaining students were going back to their dorms.

"Thank you again for the dance, Harry." Hermione thanked.

He nodded. "Dancing with you made this night better."

Hermione not only smiled at this comment she tried to hide her blushing face from my younger self. Wow!….She is kind of cute when she is blushing.

Before he could say the password, Ron came from behind with a face constricted with jealousy.

"Where have the bloody hell you two have been?" He called out causing Hermione and young Harry to jump. He continued with a rebuttal before either Hermione or he could speak. "So, you can't be satisfied with one thing can't you, Harry? Cho and now Hermione."

"What do you mean by that?" Harry perplexed.

"Oh, like hell you don't know what I mean by that. You got money, you're famous, more famous being in this stupid competition and now you want the girl I want," Ron eyed Hermione and back to him. "You can't just seem to stop, can you? Well, not this time. You can't have her!"

"I didn't realize I was yours or anyone's, to begin with Ronald!" Hermione shrieked.

Ron rolled his eyes at her comment and then glared back at Harry. He shoved them out of the way "Buzz off," He said without looking back and mumbled the password to the fat lady and went in.

"I wish that he wouldn't do this." Hermione asserted and then sighed. "Well, good night Harry see you tomorrow." She hugged him and went through the portrait hole.

"Good night." He replied to no one, quietly to himself sadly.

Why was he always jealous of Hermione and me? She has always been my best friend next to Ron. She is brilliant! Why can't he see that she is a great person in my eyes? Hell instead of making a scene like that why can he not consider her feelings for once? Maybe Ginny and Ron have the same anger issues. They are siblings after all. But I can't remember any of this happening though. The dance with Hermione, the small talk out in the courtyard, and now this row with Ron, none of this is ringing any bells.

Present Day, 2001

I remove myself from the pensieve and grab the next vial. I think I'll continue viewing the memories. Merlin knows what's more to find out.

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