Hey guys, here comes my fourth chapter. I'm really glad, that you liked my story so far. Thanks for your reviews.

Sadly my beta Here's7to6never5growing4up wasn't able to look over this chapter, so there could be mistakes. If you find mistakes you've got two choices, either you keep them or you point them out to me :D

EDIT: In the meantime my beta Here's7to6never5growing4up was able to smooth my chapter out. Thanks to her

Chapter four

The black haired boy ran a hand through his hair, making it even more disheveled than before. He was relieved that they had finally reached the table. Now the attention of the pupils was on their food and not on the champions anymore.

Wait, on their food, but how do you get your food? Curious Harry looked around, but everyone was staring at empty plates, pondering about the same question like him. His questioning gaze turned to Hermione.

"How …?" he started, but the brown haired girl just shrugged with her shoulders. She hadn't the faintest glue.

Hermiones gaze wandered through the hall. She was glad that nobody stared at her anymore, because she hated to be the center of attention. But now she had another problem. How to get your food?

Finally their gazes fell upon Professor Dumbledore. He studied the menu, said out loud what he wanted and suddenly the food appeared on his plate. Happily he started to dig in.

Harry grinned and turned back to his own plate. He would never be tired of the wonders of magic. But then his grin faltered. This must be very complex for the house elves. His worried gaze traveled to Hermione. But for once she didn't seem to think about house elves. She was engaged in a conversation with Cho about updos and it seemed like she failed to notice what she was eating. Cedric just grinned at Harry, rolled his eyes and mouthed 'Girls.'. The black haired boy just waved and shrugged his shoulders.

Hermione was talking animated to Cho. She never expected that the Asian girl could've the same problems that she had. It was fun. She had fun. Hermione expected the Yule ball to be quite boring. But she actually had fun. Another girl was talking to her like she was a girl. No one had done this before besides Harry maybe.

'Harry …. Oh no, I totally forgot about him.' Feeling guilty Hermione turned to him, just to find him grinning at her. He didn't seem offended at all. Instead he looked like he was having the time of his life. Nothing she expected from him.

Actually Harry was having fun. He talked to Cedric about Quidditch. Of course he could talk to Ron about such things too, but it was refreshing to talk to a person who wasn't a Gryffindor. After some time he felt Hermiones gaze on him .He turned toward her and grinned.

"You're having fun?" he asked her.

She just nodded happily.

"Yes, I never thought the Yule ball could be fun for me. But it is."

Suddenly Professor Dumbledores voice sounded through the great hall.

"Now it's time for the dance." He gestured his hands toward the triwizard champions "Champions, if you would please."

Harry and Hermione turned pale. That was what they were both most afraid of – Dancing. Taking in their panicked gaze Professor McGonegall nodded encouraging at her little lions. She was sure that they wouldn't embarrass themselves, not after what she had seen.

Flashback Start

Hermione and Harry sat in the library doing homework. Ron wasn't with them. The redhead thought that playing exploding Snape was more important than his schoolwork. Besides he didn't know how to approach Hermione, as both, Harry and Ginny, had given him a piece of their minds about his speech.

The brunette witch was already finished and waited for Harry to finish his work. While waiting she read a book. At least, it looked like she would read, but she hadn't turned a page in the last fifteen minutes.

Her thoughts were far away, dreaming of the ball. There would be a great atmosphere, splendid food and they would be dancing. Wait, what dancing? Did Harry even know how to dance? She knew the basics, but what was about him?

Doubtful Hermione looked at her best friend who just threw his feather away with a big grin on his face.

"Finally finished." He exclaimed.

"Um …. Harry …" Hermione started, unsure how to approach the grinning boy. "Do you know how to dance?" she finally finished.

Harrys grin faltered. He never thought about that. He had been so happy to have a date that he totally forgot about the dancing part. One thing was sure, he couldn't dance, but what was with Hermione?

"No." he groaned, running a hand through his hair absently, making it even messier.

"Do you?" he questioned his best friend.

"Well … yes." Hermione admitted quietly. She should've known. But how could she blame him? His relatives probably didn't even thin to send their nephew to dancing lessons.

Harry's eyes lit up at that. Hermione could dance, which meant, she could teach him.

"Then teach me." He said.

The witch had expected this reaction. It was always the same, if you don't know something, just ask Hermione.

Regretfully she shook her head. "I can't teach you. I would need a little help myself. I just know the basics and I'm not that good at dancing."

Harry hung his head. They would make idiots of themselves at the ball.

Hermione instead refused to give up. She thought hardly.

"We need someone who can teach us." The brunette said, thinking out loud.

Her best friend looked up at her words. Who could teach them how to dance?

"But who?" he exclaimed desperately.

Hermione didn't acknowledge him. She just bit her lip while thinking.

Harry looked at his best friends face. She looked rather cute thinking like that. Her nose was slightly wrinkled, her brows furrowed in concentration and the way she was biting on her lips was driving Harry crazy. However he was startled out of his thoughts when Hermione exclaimed "Professor McGonegall!"

"What, Hermione, you can't be serious." He stuttered. Professor McGonegall, their transfiguration Professor and head of house should teach him how to dance? Unbelievingly he looked at Hermione, who just giggled at the face her best friend made.

"Nope, that would be your godfather. I'm Hermione." The brunette haired witch said laughing at her best friends face.

"But … but … but …" Harry started, but Hermione cut him off quite quickly. "No buts, we'll go to her, now."

With that, Hermione gathered their things, thrust Harry,s bag at him, grabbed his hand and started to drag him out of the library before he even had the chance to protest again.

Professor McGonagall sat in her office, grading fifth year's papers. She knew that there were better ways to spend your Friday evening, but she was a woman who liked to do things as quick as possible.

Suddenly a knock on her door made her look up. Who dared to interrupt her Friday Evening? Laying her feather down the professor sighed.

"Come in." she called.

'Come in.' it sounded from behind the door.

"Alright Harry, here we go." Hermione said and gathered all her bravery to push the door open. Professor McGonagall was her favourite teacher, but she didn't know how she would react to their request.

Slowly the brunette haired witch pushed the door open and walked into her professors office, dragging Harry along with her

"Miss Granger, Mister Potter?" their head of the house looked quite surprised to see them. "What do you want from me on a Friday evening?" she asked curious.

"Um … professor … you see …." Hermione started, not really sure how to approach things, but she continued quickly as she saw her favourite professors brow furrowing slightly. "Well … Harry asked me … to be his … date on …. the yule ball …."

Harry stood beside Hermione and felt his face starting to burn as Hermione told their head of the house. Was she crazy? How could Professor McGonagall help them? They both should go until they embarrassed themselves further.

"That's great Miss Granger, but I suppose you're not here to tell me this." Professor McGonagall said dryly. In truth she was amused by this situation. Seeing Miss Granger standing in front of her speechless and Mister Potter right beside her, his face matching Mister Wesley's was quite funny.

"No … no … we're not." The brightest witch of her age confessed and hurried to speak on "We … want to ask you … if you were willing … to teach us … how to … dance?" she finally managed to stutter out, her face now matching Harrys.

Minerva McGonagall stood dumbstruck in front of her two students. They wanted her to teach them how to dance? It's not that she couldn't dance. She just didn't expected that.

"You don't have to teach us." Hermione started to rumble, interpreting the silence of her transfiguration teacher wrong. "I can teach Harry. After all I know the basics at least."

Harry stood beside her and didn't say a word. He just waited for his professor's reaction.

Finally Minerva McGonagall came to her senses and interrupted the babbling of her favourite student. She had tortured them enough.

"It's alright Miss Granger. I would love to teach you." She smiled. "Would every second evening 7 o clock at my class room starting tomorrow be alright for you two?"

Harry couldn't believe what he just heard. His strict professor just agreed to teach them how to dance. Unbelievingly he looked to Hermione, just to find her smiling at their professor.

Hermione smiled at she heard her professor's words. She knew it. She knew that her favourite teacher would help them.

"Yes, that would be alright. Thank you Professor. We wish you a pleasant evening. Until tomorrow." the brunette haired witch said kindly to her professor and pulled Harry out of the office with her.

Once the door closed she turned to Harry and smiled at him.

"See I told you in the beginning that she would help us." Hermione grinned at the boy who lived.

Harry just groaned.

Lesson Number one

"Come on Harry, we're going to be late." Hermione shouted at her best friend, as they ran through the halls to their Professors classroom.

Catching their breaths they knocked onto the door.

"Come in!"

Harry looked pale and was very nervous, but nevertheless he went into the room, after a just as pale and nervous looking Hermione.

Their Professor smiled at them. "Good evening." She said and before her charges even had the chance to answer her she continued to talk.

"So, then let's start. I think Miss Granger here can exercise the steps mostly on her own, because she already knows the basics."

Turning to the brunette witch Professor McGonagall asked "Is that alright with you Miss Granger?"

"Of course Professor." Hermione told her favourite teacher and smiled at her. She was feeling a little bit disappointed that she had to exercise alone today, but she was anxious to know what their Professor had planned for Harry.

Professor McGonagall was now turning to the black haired wizard.

"I will teach you the basics Mister Potter."

Witch a flick of her wand music now filled the room.

"Now, come here Mister Potter."

Reluctantly Harry stepped closer to his teacher.

"Put your hand at my hip."

"Where?!" Something must be wrong with his ears. That was the only reasonable explanation.

Professor McGonagall didn't hesitated and took the boys hand and placed it on her hip and they started to sway to the music.

Seeking for help Harry looked over to Hermione, but she was nearly doubling over, laughing silently. This must be a bad dream. He sighed and gave in his fate.

"Miss Granger you were pretty good. You memorized the steps nearly correct."

Hermione grinned at her Professors praise. This first lesson had turned out pretty funny, at least for her. She had to stifle a giggle as she turned to the sullen looking Harry.

"You also weren't that bad Mister Potter. You can exercise with Miss Granger the day after tomorrow." Their Professor said to the now smiling Harry. He always thought that he would make an idiot out of himself, but apparently he didn't.

"I'm sure that my feet won't survive another dancing round." The Scottish witch muttered under her breath, so silent that only her favourite charge could her, who then grinned at her.

"See you the day after tomorrow."

Hermione waved her Professor good bye and returned to the common room with Harry, who was moaning about his hurting feet.

Lesson Number two

"Take this healing salve Miss Granger. I can imagine how your feet must feel at the moment." Professor McGonegall murmured to Hermione.

"Thank you." The girl said, as she winced in pain when she put her weight on her feet. It was the end of the second lesson and Hermione couldn't even count how much times Harry stepped on her feet.

Lesson Number three

"No Mister Potter, put your hand at her hip and look that way." Professor McGonagall instructed, pointing in the direction Harrys head should be.

"Ow, Harry, could you please stop stepping on my feet." Hermione, Harrys dancing partner exclaimed a little bit annoyed. Her feet were killing her.

"Sorry Hermione." The black haired boy apologized.

He sighed. Dancing wasn't his thing. He wasn't able to concentrate on his feet, his hands and his head on the same time.

Lesson Number four

"So Mister Potter, now that you finally got the hang of the steps could you please stop looking on your feet the whole time." Professor McGonagall instructed the black haired boy.

"Yes Professor." Harry said looking up and promptly stepping on Hermione's feet.

"Sorry." He said to the wincing Hermione.

Lesson Number five

"Mister Potter, would you be so nice and leave your hands were they should be and not somewhere else on Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall told the blushing young boy.

Harry sighed and just nodded toward his transfiguration teacher. He was slowly getting the hang of this, but just slowly. Hermione instead was brilliant with this.

"Sorry." He apologized as Hermione suddenly winced. He had stepped on her feet once again.

Lesson Number six

"Very good Mister Potter and you too Miss Granger. Finally you got the hang of this." Professor McGonagall said.

"Thanks Professor." Hermione said while she and Harry danced through the room. Harry just nodded at her cause he still needed to concentrate pretty hard.

Flashback End

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