Hold My Hand
Harry waited for Hermione to walk down from her dormitories. She smiled brightly when she saw him at the bottom of the staircase. He grinned back, noticing her conspicuous lack of a Prefect's Badge.
When she walked off the last step, he asked lowly, "What? No badge? Didn't feel like getting your life controlled today?"
She scowled. "Shut it, you."
Harry smirked. "Oh, I'm wounded, now I am. Just revert back to your old ways, don't you, Miss Granger?"
Hermione blushed, and dramatically pushed past him to go out the Portrait Hole. Harry ran to apprehend her, and caught her hand.
"I'm really glad we're friends again," he whispered softly.
She made no outward acknowledgement of his statement, but gently squeezed his hand.
And holding hands, they walked to the Great Hall.