I'm sorry for taking so long! I've been very busy with college, work, and a play I'm in, but I finished with all my exams so now I'll be able to upload faster.

Here's the third chapter, I hope you like it and please forgive any English mistake, as it's not my first language (I'm Argentinean)

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PS: There's a quote a character said on one of the films. I'm sure you'll identifie it ;)

Harry gasped as he recognized her. She looked beautiful, beyond recognition. Not that she was ugly, but she had never caught his attention in that way.

But this time she was totally different: she wore a long purplish pink silk dress, which exposed her arms, shoulders and a bit of her chest. She had also done something to her hair, as it wasn't tangled anymore, but in a bun with some perfect loops out.

She went down the stairs slowly, probably trying not to trip over the dress. However, Harry was surprised by her elegance; she looked like a princess. The boy walked through his friends (they were watching her too) and approached the foot of the stairs.

Hermione saw him and smiled, Harry smiled back shyly and blinking two or three times. He waited, patiently, for the girl to reach the last step. When she did he extended a hand, which she took, and pulled her close.

- Hello – he greeted her awkwardly. Hermione laughed.

- Harry, I'm sorry for the delay, I hope McGonagall hasn't bug you that much – she apologized

- Don't worry - he replied and noticed that there was a bit of makeup on her face- You look so...

- Granger!

Speak of the devil...

McGonagall approached them and glanced surprised at Hermione from head to toe for a second, then returned to his previous expression.

- Miss Granger! I was beginning to worry you had lost your way.

- I'm sorry, Professor, I...

- It doesn't matter! Go right now with the other champions, and you Weasley, settle those sleeves - she ordered to Ron that had rolled up his tunic to hide the horrible flowns.

Harry and Hermione waved goodbye to their friends and followed the teacher, walking through the surprised looks of the other students. Harry noticed, as they passed by a group of Slytherin, Draco Malfoy staring open-mouthed at Hermione, probably trying to think of an insult to throw, but without finding any. They approached the door of the Great Hall, which was still closed, where the champions waited along with their dates. Fleur Delacour in a long elegant dress that combined with their eyes, her blond hair decorated with a tiara. She was accompanied by a tall brunette guy, who Harry did not know if he was in Ravenclaw or Slytherin, but was sure he had played against him at a Quidditch match last year. Viktor Krum was with a girl from Beauxbatons, very pretty, but Harry noticed that he was not looking at her, but Hermione. Then he looked at him with what seemed like anger or suspicion and Harry looked away. In that moment he saw what he didn't want to see, Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang, in black and white, still arm in arm.

- Hello, Harry! - Cedric greeted him with a pat on the back - How are you? Nervous?

- A little – he answered, trying to hide his anger for stealing Cho. After all, Cedric was a good guy.

- Hermione, you look amazing! - He heard Cho saying, and saw Fleur looking askance at his friend, jealous that another girl would take the compliments. That was one reason why Harry didn't like Fleur, she was beautiful, yes, but her vanity made her unpleasant.

- Thank you, Cho, you look very nice too - she replied with a smile.

McGonagall then reappeared.

- Get away from the door, the entrance will take place once everyone's inside. Come over here.

The eight students were led behind the stairs, while the other three heads of the house opened the doors of the Great Hall so everyone else went in.

- Pay attention - McGonagall told them – you're going to form a row now, and when everybody's inside I'll go with the other professors and you will be left here alone, with the doors closed. When you hear the announcement, the entrance to the Great Hall will open and you will enter in order. When you reach the center of the room, the music will start so you open the dance – she looked at the face of the youth, it seemed that everyone understood the warrant except one -. Any questions, Potter?

- What if I cannot dance? – He dropped and Cedric smiled.

- Are you joking? Why did I give the dance classes the other day?

Harry recalled the Waltz class that he and his peers were made to attend to for about three days, in which one the teacher had danced with Ron. He tried to laugh at the memory.

- Do not worry, Professor - said Hermione, and then turned to Harry with a smile - I will guide you.

- Well, thank you, Miss Granger, I put my trust on you. - McGonagall turned and noticed that almost all students had entered the Great Hall - Okay, do the following row: Diggory and Miss Chang, forward - Cedric and Cho stepped forward, arm in arm - Second, the Mr. Krum and Miss Leblanc, then Miss Delacour and Mr. Davis - Harry remembered then, Roger Davis, Ravenclaw - and finally Potter and Granger.

Harry and Hermione stood behind Davis and Fleur. Then the boy saw that the others were taken from the arm and assumed that they should do the same. He looked at Hermione and then her arm, she noticed and took his. By then, all the students had already entered the Great Hall; there was only left McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick and Sprout. The last three were holding the doors open.

- Perfect, I must go now. Form at the door and remember, as soon as it opens you enter, led by Mr. Diggory - Cedric nodded. McGonagall approached the other teachers and disappeared behind the large oak doors.

- Alright... - Cedric said, more to himself than to the rest – Let's go

He walked to the door without any hurry, followed by the others. Harry was breathing hard, afraid of doing something wrong and ruining the entrance or dance.

- Calm down, Harry - Hermione whispered so only he could hear her, rubbing his trembling arm – it's just a couple of minutes

- I know, but I can't help getting nervous - he replied, also quietly.

- I understand, I'm a bit nervous too - she confessed - but if you could defeat the dragon, a dance will be a piece of cake.

- I swear I prefer the Horntail.

Hermione smiled.

- Relax - she said and rubbed his arm again -Plus ... you look very handsome tonight - she added with a smile, gazing at him from head to toe.

Harry smiled nervously and opened his mouth to tell her that she look great too, but was interrupted by Roger Davis.

- What are they saying? – He asked Cedric, who had his ear resting on the door

- Dumbledore is giving out a speech

- We have time for sure then

Harry chuckled. Indeed, Dumbledore always took too much time talking. Not that it bothered him, right then, the more time the old man took, the better.

Then he glanced at Hermione. She noticed him looking and smiled. She reached out her free hand and tried to pull the bangs out of his face, but they returned to his forehead.

- It's useless, I spent five minutes trying to comb it - said the boy. Hermione smiled and pulled her wand out of the dress (God knows where from, because it didn't seemed to have pockets) and with a flick of the wrist she ran the bangs to the side, revealing his scar.

- Done – she said as she saved the wand. Harry supposed she had bewitched the dress to have a camouflaged pocket or something - Now I can see your eyes.

Harry smiled and kept staring at her. How fortunate he felt to have Hermione at his side that night. Though he would have liked to be with Cho, the truth is that it would have made him even more nervous. With Hermione however, he felt much more relaxed, just taking her arm gave him the security he needed.

- Well guys, - suddenly sounded Cedric's voice, while moving away his ear of the door - it's time.

Harry took a deep breath and Roger Davis settled his tunic. He looked at Hermione, and she at him.

- Everything will be okay - she assured him with a comforting smile - No worries.

Harry smiled.

- I'm not worried... – he replied, tucking a brunette loop behind her ear, gently - I'm with you.

Hermione smiled in a strange way. They both looked to the front, and large oak doors were opened wide.