"No, I don't like it," Harry lied, and he tried to lead Parvarti away from the dance floor. But it was so crowded already, and more and more students were pressing on him as they desired to move to the fast paced song. Harry felt Parvarti's hand leave his in all the confusion. He turned to try to spot her in the crowd. A part of him could hardly care, he would have much rather been dancing with someone else, but he still turned back to make sure she was alright. Try as he might he couldn't locate the girl with the shocking pink dress and long braid. Frowning, he turned to continue pushing his way through the crowd, hoping they'd either find each other again on the edge or that Pavarti would at least enjoy herself while they were separated.
When he turned back he bumped into a form wearing the most beautiful periwinkle-blue dress. "Harry?" A voice asked in surprise.
"Hermione?" Harry was equally surprised and also a little flustered. Despite hardly being able to take his eyes off her at dinner, she still left him at a loss for words. "Did... did you get separated from Krum?" He wouldn't admit it, but he was a little jealous that Krum had asked Hermione before him.
Hermione nodded. "We got pushed apart. Although I think someone from Beauxbaton might have asked him to dance." Strangely, she didn't seem that disappointed that her date had potentially been stolen from her. In fact, she almost looked a little happier to be away from the boy who had trouble pronouncing her first name.
"Oh. I'm guessing you wanted to dance with him?" Harry asked politely over the crowd.
"Well I would like to dance..." Hermione let her voice trail off, as if to let Harry come to his own conclusions about that statement.
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. "I... I could dance with you. If you want."
Hermione let out a tiny laugh at his shyness. Harry had never really noticed her laugh before, but now that he thought it was cute now that he was listening to it. "I'd love to." She held out her hand, an offer.
Harry took the soft and warm hand as the fast song ended and a slower one began. This one was not quite as mournful as the first song of the night, it sounded like it had been written purely for lovers. He and Hermione moved slowly around on the dance floor. With every soft motion she seemed to move a little closer to him until she finally let her head rest on his shoulder.