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A Hogwarts Dance

Chapter 2

Harry,

I am glad you found this, I hope Ingolfr is not mad at me for putting this on his nose...

"Well, I am not happy about it, but..." Harry ignored the statue and continued reading.

Well... to the point... it's not that I don't find you to be a very sweet guy... but I really am not looking for a boyfriend right now... if you haven't noticed... I haven't dated one guy since I got to Hogwarts... I don't know... maybe next year I will be ready for dating and stuff... its just too overwhelming right now... but I would like you to know that I am very flattered that you would ever consider asking me... so yeah... sorry though...

Hermione

"BURN!! YOU GOT OWNED KID" The statue laughed.

Harry snapped, "WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA" Harry bellowed at the laughing statue, lifting it about ten feet info the air.

His cries of laughter stopped instantly. "Wha.. What are you d... d... doing?" Even if the statue could talk, he was unable show any emotion, but if he could, that face would be something to see. "Stop, stop, where are you taking me?" Cried the statue, as his stone body was slowly being hung over the icy unknown of the lake. "P.. Put me down, please put me d... down..."

Harry was fighting within himself whether or not drop him where he hung. "What do you have to say for yourself" Harry replied oddly calm. When the statue made no attempt to apologize, Harry dropped the spell for just a second to show he meant business. "Do you have something to say now?"

The way the light "YES, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY. Put me back..." He fell into a sob causing all the words to become inaudible. Harry slowly glided the statue back to his place, ignoring the cries of thanks from the wailing stone author.

"Now tell me, which direction did Hermione go?" Harry said sternly and forcibly.

"Towards the Forbidden Forest but..."

"Thanks" Harry called back as he flew towards the forest, hoping to find her waiting there for him.

At first glance there was nothing, he quickly surveyed the grounds outside the forest on broom, after about fifteen minutes, he turned his search into the forest.

12:15

12:30

12:45

1:00

Still no sign of Hermione

1:15

1:30

1:45

2:00

Harry withdrew from the forest, hopped onto his firebolt and headed straight for the boy dormitory window.

Once he unlocked the window and got inside, he hid his broom under his four poster bed and went down to the common room to retrieve his muggle notebook of all his notes to Hermione, which he foolishly left on the table for anyone to read.

When he got to the common room, his worst fear was sitting right in front of him. Hermione was sitting in her favorite armchair reading his notebook. Hermione reflexively looked up and saw Harry staring at her, seeing his look of pure fear.

"Well... Goodnight" Hermione said after a long, awkward silence. She placed the notebook on the chair and hurried to the girls dormitory before Harry could ask her anything, or even say bye. Harry trudged over to the chair to retrieve his notebook when he noticed it was opened to a page that had Hermione's script on it...

Harry

I wanted to tell you in person but I feared you would get mad and start swinging, I find all the letters to me very, very sweet, I am touched. It is just when something emotional happens that I can't deal with, I just push it to the side until i have enough time to think about how to solve it... I am not saying you are a problem... just that someone liking me is a problem... I want to forget about the last few weeks, forget they ever happened and we start fresh... that is, if you are not to upset with me. Anyways, goodnight.

Hermione

P.S. If you are still going to the dance, save me one Hermione

Harry could not believe his eyes, he reread and read again the letter, mainly the end of it, 'She is gunna give you a dance Potter' he thought to himself. Harry fell asleep happier then he has been in the past three weeks.

The next morning Hermione and Ron where waiting there for him like that always were in the years past, Hermione smiled up at him as if she had indeed forgot about the past three weeks. They went to breakfast, had classes, lunch, classes, dinner, homework...

Since the rest of the day went on as if she had forgot about the previous weeks, Harry figure Hermione would meet up with himself and Ron at there normal table to do homework. He could use the proofreading skills of Hermione, she could pick up small factual error that would help his grade, ever since the day she overheard them, his grades have been slowly declining. When she did not show up, Harry figured she was in the library and would be there soon. Four hours later, an essay on the usage of rat tears (that had to be the hardest essay he had ever written) for Snape, and mastery of the Inanimatus Conjurus spell. Still no sign of Hermione. Neville and Luna returned from the library at about 11:25. "Sorry Harry, we never saw Hermione, well, actually, we never saw much other then each other." Neville answered proudly, causing Luna to giggle, only they knew what they were doing, we could only guess.

Hermione walked into an empty common room, to her relief Harry had long since gone to bed. "Good, he went to bed, a week ago he would have been sitting straight up waiting for me." Hermione extinguished the fire and went to bed. She would only have about 4 hours to sleep so she can get up for six, start getting ready for HIM.

(Authors note: Neville and Luna were NOT shagging. Also, from what I understand the Inanimatus Conjurus spell is like accio, but a stronger version of it and only works on inanimate objects)