That Dance : take three

Ginny, Dean, Lavender, Hermione and Harry all walked back to the Gryffindor common room together. Ginny, Dean and Lavender were discussing the amazing dancing that Harry and Hermione had done at practise.

Hermione was deep in thought about the kiss at the end of the dance on the big night. She didn't even notice that she and Harry were holding hands until they reached the portrait for the Gryffindor Common room.

Harry smiled at Hermione, she seemed so content in her thoughts. He sighed and subconsciously reached out for Hermione's hand. He smiled and then looked down, just like he thought, they fitted perfectly. A huge smile graced the raven haired boy's lips.

"Hermione, are you in there?" Harry asked as the Fat Lady asked for the password.

"Huh? Oh Harry……..sorry I was………..thinking." Hermione looked down and noticed that they were holding hands. She blushed a deep shade of red. But she was happy. They both didn't let go of each other until they went into the common room. Both of them noticed that people were looking and nudging others that were either playing a game of Wizard's Chess or reading a book. Hermione blushed even more.

Harry went over to the couch and sat down. He sighed and wished he wasn't such an idiot. He really liked Hermione, he just wanted to grab hold of Hermione and never let her go, she made him feel like a regular teenager. Something he was denied when he became The-Boy-Who-Lived. God he hated that name. But the one that really ticked him off was The-Chosen-one. Harry shuddered and then looked around. He didn't notice anyone leave. He looked at the clock and sighed it was almost one o'clock in the morning, he spent all this time thinking and didn't even notice the time. He chuckled slightly.

Hermione couldn't sleep, her mind was still lingering on that kiss that was going to happen at the end of the dance. She looked around her dorm and sighed. She then looked at her watched and smiled, Harry had bought her it for her birthday, she took it off and smiled as she read the inscription on the back:

Hermione,

Thanks for always being there for me

Love

Harry

She sighed as her eyes went over and over 'love, Harry' She wished that he did love her, but not as a best friend, as something more. Suddenly she felt tears swell up in her chocolate brown eyes. A single tear ran down her cheek and she roughly wiped it away with her hand.

Hermione placed the watched back on and did up the strap. She looked at the time, one o'clock. Another sigh escaped her lips and she quietly lifted up her covers and put on a Gryffindor hooded jumper over her short sleeved tee-shirt. She searched for her slippers and smiled as she looked under her bed, there they were with Crookshanks acting like a body guard to them.

"Good Crookshanks" She said in a hushed tone.

She slipped her slippers on one foot at a time and smiled as she headed for the door. Hermione looked down at her feet as she walked down the old steps.

Hermione gasped as she saw a figure sitting on the red leather couch beside the dim fire.

Harry turned around and looked at Hermione.

"What are you still doing up Harry?" Hermione asked as she walked over to the raven haired boy. Harry watched her with his emerald green eyes and smiled.

Hermione could feel Harry looking at her and she blushed slightly.

"I didn't realise the time, I was sitting here thinking." He said as his crush sat down next to him on the couch.

"What 'bout you?" He said looking her in the eyes.

"Me? I couldn't sleep. To many things to think about." She said as she tore her gaze away from Harry, although it pained her to so, she really didn't want to sit there looking into his eyes all night, not that she would complain, it's just she really wanted to kiss him bad and if he looked at her then she wouldn't be able to hold back.

"Like what?" Harry asked placing an arm around her shoulders. Hermione froze and then mentally slapped herself. That wasn't going to end well.

"Just stuff, what were you thinking about?" she asked looking deeper and deeper into the dim fire.

"Well, lots of things, school work, that dance………………………stuff like that." He said

"Oh." Hermione said. Hermione couldn't hold back any longer. She was going to be a huge flirt with Harry, even if she did sound weird, she couldn't help it, she really wanted Harry to like her.

"So what do you think we should include in out little free style Mr Potter?" She asked in a very posh, playful voice. Hermione placed her head on Harry's chest and sighed.

"Well Miss Granger I was thinking that we should just go with the flow, that is why it is called Free style. But if you want we could make up a small routine." He said in the same voice Hermione did. The both laughed.

"Well then, we could have some idea, I mean it would look silly if we did totally different things on the night, now wouldn't it." She said as her hand came up to Harry's chest and she began to draw little circles with her index finger.

Harry froze, the most beautiful witch ever had her head on his chest and all he could think of was kissing her there and then.

"Okay." Hermione nodded. "So what were you thinking of doing in our little piece?" He asked her, his voice was a tad higher as Hermione ran her fingers up and down his chest. Harry's breathing was becoming more rapid, he really liked Hermione.

"Well, that's a good question, I never really thought about it. " She said. Hermione closed her eyes and adjusted herself and became more comfy. Harry noticed that she had stopped running her fingers up and down his chest. Harry let a sigh escape his lips.

Hermione looked up at Harry,

"What's wrong?" Hermione smiled as her eyes locked on with Harry's, this made her want to embrace him in a hug and never let him out of her arms.

"you are amazingly beautiful and it hurts so much because I'm in love with you." Was what he wanted to say, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Oh nothing, just thinking. Right then, this dance." Harry stood up and held out his arm.

"Would you care to dance Miss Granger?" He asked in a posh playful voice

"Why Mister Potter, I thought you'd never ask." She said as she stood up and faced him.

Harry and Hermione were thankful that the next day was Sunday and they had no classes. Once Harry and Hermione were done there little dance piece. Hermione's right leg was up and Harry's waist and her left hand was on his chest. Harry's left hand was on Hermione's back, he was supporting her. Both of them gasping for breath.

Harry looked at Hermione, she was pink in the cheeks and smiling like there was no tomorrow, Harry looked down and noticed that he was still holding onto Hermione's leg. His face went red as he let go.

"Wow Harry, I never knew you could dance like that!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Thanks, your not to bad yourself." He said while conjuring two bottles of water. Hermione took the bottle from Harry and smiled. Harry looked at her, she had taken off her jumper and she was sitting on the couch in a pair of crimson red shorts and a white t-shirt. Harry smiled at her.

"Hermione? Where did you learn to dance like that?" Harry asked, curiosity swept across his face.

Hermione went beetroot red. She never usually discussed things like this.

"Well, what ever you do you can't laugh, promise?" Harry nodded and placed his right hand on his heart. "Well every summer my mum would take me to muggle dance classes, she thought it was a good way for me to make friends." Harry looked at her and smiled.

"Well there paying off now aren't they?" Harry smirked and Hermione playfully smacked him across his arm. Harry smiled and dramatically faked a hurt face. Hermione giggled.

Hermione looked down, her hand was still on Harry's chest, and Harry, even though he let go of Hermione's leg, he still has his other hand on the small of her back. Hermione took a sharp intake of air, his hand was sending shivers through her whole body.

Harry smiled.

"What about you Harry, where did you learn to dance like that? Your amazing" Harry looked up at her, his face going red.

Hermione froze, "I mean, your amazing, at dancing, amazing at dancing." She said correcting herself. She mentally slapped herself, she would have been better off saying to him, "Hey Harry fancy seeing me and Dobby dance in our underwear?" Hermione blushed furiously. Why she even thought of that was beyond her.

"Earth to Hermione? Hermione any body in there? Hermione" Harry snapped his fingers in front of her, bringing her back to reality with a thud.

"What!?" Hermione looked at him, she was surprised and shocked to see fear and concern in his eyes.

"Sorry, I was away with the cornish pixies." She stated dumbly.

Harry laughed.

"You sounded just like Luna there." Harry laughed more.

Hermione hit him playfully across his arm and sat down on the old, worn out couch.

"I'm so tired now." She said as she yawned and stretched her arms out.

"Me too." Harry said, lazily flinging his arm around the back of the couch.

Hermione decided to have a little fun and tease him, she placed her head against his chest and closed her eyes, she listened intently to his heart beating, she noticed it had gotten faster, she smirked.

"Night Harry." She stated,

"What?...Hermione?..." Harry looked down and noticed that Hermione's eyes were shut, Harry sighed and gave up. He pulled out his wand from his pocked and whispered:

"Accio blanket." Then a Gryffindor red blanket was in his hands. Harry smiled 'works like a charm' he thought to himself. Harry placed the blanket around Hermione and he closed his eyes as well, the sound of the fire crackling was like music to his ears, soon enough he was asleep with a fully awake Hermione on his chest.

Hermione smirked and soon drifted off to the world of dreams.

A/N: I'm sooooooooo sorry people!! I have been busy, what with schools going back and all that jazz.

I really am sorry!!!

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