AN: Hello there! Have you ever heard the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the wise? Wait... shit, wrong fandom. Regardless, welcome to my story, and thank you for reading! So before we really get into this, I figured I might want to tell you a little more about the story and what my plans are for it before you get too far into it. This story will definitely be a Harry/multi, and there's no changing that. I already have his partners planned out, but you guys are more than welcome to give suggestions, on the off-chance that I forgot somebody or would rather have one person over another. You guys already know who three of his companions are going to be, and I don't think that those are going to change, but I'm willing to compromise on some of the others. Also, this story will become a crossover with both Marvel and DC comics down the line. But as to how soon that happens, I think I'm going to leave up to you guys. It's either going to intersect at the end of OotP or Deathly Hallows. The only other time it would make sense to have it happen would be end of fourth year, but I feel like that would be much too soon.

Another note that I'm making separate from the rest: I DO NOT UPDATE REGULARLY. While this may be the first fic I've written under this name, I've written them before so I know how people can get when the author randomly disappears for a while. So I'm letting you guys know now: I can either publish multiple chapters in a week, or I'll vanish for a few months without any new content. I just don't want you guys to expect a lot of chapters coming frequently, because with my work schedule, that's just not happening.

I think that just about does it for this chapter. If I think of anything else that I need to inform you guys of, I'll make sure to put it in the coming chapters. Also, please read these, because I'll ask you guys questions from time to time about what you think of the story, and I have some ideas for later in the story, but I'd like to get your feedback before I actually write it. But enough of my blabbering, on with the show!

Word Count (without the AN included): 5,515 words

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The Tri-Wizard Tournament at its inception was the way to improve international relationships, giving three nations at a time the ability to come together and have their respective schools compete for the Tri-Wizard Cup. While this was the case at its inception in the thirteenth century, by the time the five-hundredth anniversary had arrived, the tournament had become too deadly, causing relations between the competing nations to deteriorate rather than improve.

The decision was made to cancel the tournament forever, preventing the deaths of more students. For two hundred years, the tournament wasn't held, long forgotten about. Then, in 1994, it was resurrected by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. The tournament this time had some rules, however. You had to be of legal age in the magical world to put your name in to be selected as a champion. While those that were too young to compete found this to be a stupid rule, it would be one that would change the history of their world forever.

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On October 31, 1994, the champions' names for the Tri-Wizard Tournament were spat out of the Goblet of Fire, an impartial magical artifact that would choose the champions without bias. The first to come out of the goblet was Viktor Krum, representing Durmstrang Institute. The second name to be spit from the flames was Fleur Delacour, representing Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. The third name to appear was Cedric Diggory, representing Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school hosting the tournament.

But then something unexpected happened: a fourth name was expelled from the goblet. Everyone watched on with somewhat frightening curiosity as a fourth piece of parchment came out of the goblet, bearing the name of a second Hogwarts student: Harry Potter.

This event would end up being the undoing of the person responsible for causing Harry to enter the tournament. For you see, for someone to be entered into the tournament, they had to be of legal age. This meant that Harry had two options at the time, despite not knowing it. He could opt out of the tournament due to magic recognizing him as a minor, and continue his life as a child, never having to compete. His other option, the only one he thought he had, was to compete in the tournament. While Dumbledore thought this would be a good way to draw out Tom Riddle, it had unforeseen consequences. Due to entering one's name into the goblet was a magically binding contract, with the stipulation that someone had to be of age to compete; once Harry "decided" to compete, he was immediately emancipated in the eyes of both magic and the law.

The effects of this would not be felt for several months due to various wards and blocks that had been placed on or around Harry. But when those wards and blocks fell away, everyone would know it.

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After having just finished a transfiguration lesson on a Thursday morning, Professor McGonagall had just informed her Gryffindor students of the Yule Ball that would be occurring on the evening of December 25. With the ring of the bell, there was the usual scuffle of activity as everyone packed their bags and swung them onto their shoulders.

Professor McGonagall called above the noise, "Potter- a word if you please."

Assuming this had something to do with his headless rubber haddock, Harry proceeded gloomily to the teacher's desk. Professor McGonagall waited until the rest of the class had gone, and then said, "Potter, the champions and their partners-"

"What partners?" said Harry.

Professor McGonagall looked suspiciously at him, as though she thought he was trying to be funny.

"Your partners for the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly. "Your dance partners."

Harry's insides seemed to curl up and shrivel.

"Dance partners?" He felt himself going red. "I don't dance," he said quickly.

"Oh yes, you do," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "That's what I'm telling you. Traditionally, the champions and their partners open the ball."

Harry had a sudden mental image of himself in a top hat and tails, accompanied by a girl in the sort of frilly dress Aunt Petunia always wore to Uncle Vernon's work parties. In the vision that he had, he could only see Hermione by his side. But Harry knew that it could never happen because he knew that Hermione would never reciprocate his feelings. Regardless of his current thoughts, the fear of having to dance in front of three whole schools, their teachers, and other esteemed guests was greater than any ire that Professor McGonagall might send his way.

"I'm not dancing," he said.

"It is traditional," said Professor McGonagall firmly. "You are a Hogwarts champion, and so you will do what is expected of you as a representative of this school. So make sure you get yourself a partner, Potter."

"But- I don't-"

"You heard me, Potter," said Professor McGonagall in a very final sort of way.

-Italicized portions are an excerpt from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Chapter 22: The Unexpected Task

With the conversation seemingly over, Harry trudged out of the classroom, dreading the days ahead of him. How was he going to find a date for the Yule Ball? And on top of that, how was he to find someone that wouldn't mind having their feet trampled, as Harry had never danced a step in his life?

Harry continued out the classroom door, not even noticing Hermione, who had been waiting outside for him. Holding her books to her chest, she ran after her best friend, soon catching up to his slow trek through the castle.

"What did Professor McGonagall want to speak to you about, Harry?" she asked inquisitively.

Harry was silent for a few moments, eyes locked on the floor. Hermione waited patiently, having learned in the past three and a half years to let Harry open up on his own. If she tried to force an answer out of him, he would shut down and shut her out. Finally, after three long, silent minutes, Harry spoke.

"She informed me that as a champion of the tournament, I have to have a dance partner. Apparently, it's tradition for the champions to open the Yule Ball with a dance," he said morosely, coming to a stop in the middle of the corridor.

Hermione stopped with him, looking up into his eyes. For the first two years that they had known each other, they had been of equal height. But as recently as last year, Harry had begun to hit a bit of a growth spurt and now stood two inches taller than Hermione. Her ever-curious gaze stared up at Harry's face, trying to read the emotions he was trying to keep hidden.

"And what's so wrong with having to have a date to the ball?" she asked.

Never taking his eyes off the floor, Harry said quietly, "I don't know how to dance."

Hermione's brows furrowed, unsure if she had heard him properly.

"You don't know how to dance?" she asked, confusion evident in her voice.

Harry looked away at this point, not wanting Hermione to see the shame that he knew was written on his face.

"The Dursleys never taught me, and I was never allowed to go to any school functions." He said.

Hermione's expression softened at his words. She knew that Harry did not have the happiest of home lives, and she was always finding out just how deep the depravity of the Dursleys went.

"Harry, it's alright." She said softly.

He refused to look at her because he knew if she did, she would see the tears that were fighting oh so hard to escape. He didn't want her to see him as weak, for her to see him afraid of something so trivial as people when they had faced down much worse together.

"No, it's not alright! I have to put on a show in front of hundreds of people, and I don't know what the hell I'll be doing! I'm going to make a fool out of myself, and I'll be the laughingstock of not just Hogwarts, but of France and Scandinavia!"

By this point, Harry was no longer avoiding Hermione's gaze but staring her in the eyes. Tears streamed down his face, his shoulders heaving from the tirade he had just given. Hermione had never seen Harry like this. Sure, he had gotten overly emotional at times, but that was usually anger or happiness. This was new for Hermione, to see Harry so bitter.

Before Hermione could give Harry a response, he broke down, openly weeping. He collapsed to his knees, and Hermione went with him, dropping her books in the process. She wrapped her arms around her best friend, holding his head to her chest.

They remained there for a while, Harry sobbing into her chest. She didn't move from her position, stroking his back. After about fifteen minutes of them kneeling on the stone floor, Harry finally lifted his head. His eyes were red and puffy, tear tracks ran down his face, and he had a slight bit of snot coming out of his left nostril.

But Hermione didn't see any of that. All she saw was her best friend, the boy that had been there for her through almost anything in the last three years. And that boy was in so much pain that it hurt Hermione. It broke her heart to see Harry in this state, looking so defeated. Once again, Harry beat her to the punch, speaking before she could formulate a single syllable.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. It's just that I've been dealing with so much these past few months, and this was just the straw that broke the camel's back, y'know?" Harry asked, looking her in the eyes.

She gazed right back, tears of her own flowing down her cheeks. "I understand, Harry. You never have to apologize for crying. You don't have to be ashamed. I know that people have put you on this pedestal and that you have to put up this front for everyone, but you don't need to do that with me. You don't need to pretend when you're with me. I'm not interested in the Boy-Who-Lived. I'm not friends with you because you survived an attack as a baby. I'm friends with you because you are one of the most caring, kind, smart people I know."

At these words, Harry just broke down more, not knowing how to respond. Those were honestly the nicest things that anybody had ever said to him in his fourteen years on Earth. Of course those words would have come from Hermione's lips.

She may think that he was caring, but for every bit of compassion that Harry had, Hermione had twenty. She cared about him more than anybody that he had ever met in his life. She was the only one to believe him when he said he didn't put his name in the Goblet. While he couldn't see it at the time, she was worried that Sirius Black had sent his Firebolt and that it was cursed. She was only partially right on that account, with the broom really being from Sirius, just without the curses. She was still kind to him when the rest of the school called him the Heir of Slytherin and made fun of him. She was the one to go with him to the deepest levels of Dumbledore's defenses for the Sorcerer's Stone. She was the first person to care about him as Harry instead of that god-forsaken moniker.

"And what about you? I have nothing on your brains and heart. You're the smartest witch of the age, and you care so much. When you found out about House Elves, the first thing you did was look for ways to free them. Whatever you say I have, it's nothing compared to what is inside of you. You're the best person I know, Hermione. Hell, I don't think that I would be alive without you. I wouldn't have made it past those traps in first year; I would never have figured out that it was a basilisk in second year, and without you, Sirius would be a soulless husk rotting away right now. You have helped me so, so much, Hermione. I don't know where I'd be without you, and I never want to imagine a world without you in my life."

By now, Hermione had given up on trying to formulate a response to the words Harry was saying. This was a new Harry Potter that she saw right now. Never in the past three years had Harry ever opened up to her about these kinds of things. And to be quite honest, she was a bit taken aback by what he said.

When she first arrived at Hogwarts, she was a bit skeptical about whether she would stay. Those first two months had been horrible for her. Sure, she was acing all her classes, but her fellow students treated her like a pariah. She had been unable to make any new friends, her roommates were your typical gossiping pre-teens, and as facetious as it sounded, no boys showed any kind of interest in her.

It had all culminated on Halloween, when Ronald Bilius Weasley had insulted her, calling her a "nightmare." She had run past where he complained to his roommates, Harry among them, to a bathroom on the first floor of the castle, where she remained for the remainder of the day crying. It wasn't until well into the evening that she had finished what she now called her pity party, and she exited the stall she had isolated herself in. That was when she saw the most terrifying thing that her twelve-year-old self had ever seen: a fully grown mountain troll. She then was forced to evade the troll's swings until her saviors arrived.

Harry and Ron had burst through the door, and while Ron was stuck in place, scared at the thought of taking on a mountain troll. While he was frozen, Harry had leaped into action. He jumped on the troll's back, and his wand ended up in the troll's nose. Then the strangest part of the night occurred: with all the stress of trying to save Hermione and facing the troll, Harry let off a burst of accidental magic. The magic flowed through his wand, shooting out the tip and right into the troll's brain, killing it instantly.

From that point on, she had been Harry's most steadfast friend, sticking by his side through thick and thin. She had become friendly with Ronald too, but that was more because Harry was friends with him than any actual interest in being friends with the young boy.

And if Hermione was completely honest with herself, that was the night that she had begun to fall in love with Harry as well. She wasn't head-over-heels right away, but she did harbor a school-girl crush on him. When she returned home at the end of the year, she told her parents all about what had happened, which she found to almost be a colossal mistake. Her father instantly wanted to pull her from that school and never allow her to return.

It had taken a three-hour-long shouting match with her father to convince him to let her return to Hogwarts in the fall. The main selling point was that she had somewhere she felt she belonged for the first time in her life. Somewhere she had friends. Hermione's entire childhood had been spent much like those first two months at Hogwarts. While she was brilliant, far above her peers in terms of intelligence, she was often made fun of. She spent most of her free time at school, either alone in the library or being bullied by the other children. But then she became friends with Harry, and it felt like her whole world changed.

In her second year, her infatuation with Harry only seemed to grow, although she was a bit perturbed by how obsessed he was with finding out whether Draco Malfoy was the true Heir of Slytherin. But then, when they attempted to use Polyjuice Potion to infiltrate the Slytherin common room, she had mistaken a cat hair for human hair, and it had some unforeseen side effects. The potion had turned her into a human-cat hybrid, and she was horrified at her appearance. So was Ron, by the look that he gave her when he first set his eyes on her.

But Harry was different. Instead of horror, he looked at her with nothing but concern in his eyes. He had nothing but her safety and comfort on his mind the moment he saw her. Harry immediately rushed to get Hermione to the Hospital Wing, and instead of helping Harry, Ron returned to Gryffindor Tower. Once Hermione was in the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey was able to reverse most of the potion's effects. Unfortunately, Hermione would forever be more cat-like in her mannerisms, more territorial, preferring fish and red meat, and heightened senses. There were also the pair of cat ears that would forever be atop her head, unable to be removed. These, however, were able to be charmed to be invisible most of the time, so there was no need for anybody to ask questions.

It was in third year that their relationship became a bit stronger. Although she had stopped talking to Harry and Ron after she had reported his Firebolt to Professor McGonagall, they had repaired their friendship in February when the Firebolt was returned to Harry. Although the peace did not last long (barely five minutes), as Ron came screaming down to the common room, accusing Hermione's half-kneazle cat, Crookshanks, of eating Ron's pet rat, Scabbers. Hermione initially became irate with Harry when he tried to point out that the evidence pointed to Crookshanks eating Scabbers.

"Okay, side with Ron, I knew you would!" she said shrilly. "First the Firebolt, now Scabbers, everything's my fault isn't it! Just leave me alone. Harry, I've got a lot of work to do!"

-Excerpt from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Instead of leaving her alone, however, he chased after her. He explained that all he was saying was that it looked as though Crookshanks had killed Scabbers. After a long talk, they had reconciled, and Harry and Hermione remained friends, although the same could not be said about Ron. When he found out that Harry and Hermione were still friendly, he became extremely irate and began to yell at the both of them. By the time he had finished, he was no longer speaking terms with Harry and Hermione.

For the rest of the year, it was just the two of them, and their relationship had never been stronger. At the end of the year, their strained relationship was barely repaired with Ron when they had walked into Hagrid's and found that Ron was already there- with Scabbers in his hands. Soon after, Fudge, Dumbledore, and Macnair arrived. They were forced to retreat to the castle as Buckbeak was seemingly executed, and the rest of their night was full of wonders. Finding out that Sirius had not sold out Harry's parents, Scabbers was one of their friends from their years at Hogwarts and the real traitor, dodging werewolf Lupin and passing out due to the Dementors. Then there was the whole time-traveling business, shadowing their past-selves, saving Buckbeak, ending with Harry fending off the Dementors with a corporeal Patronus.

And now they were in their fourth year. Their friendship with Ron was further mended when he invited them to the Quidditch World Cup, and they continued as they were for the first two months of the school year. Then the Goblet of Fire spat out Harry's name-the event that would destroy their friendship forever. He didn't believe Harry, and this was the last straw for Harry and Hermione. They were tired of Ron being a fair-weather friend. He was cast out of their friend group, and they hadn't spoken to him since, not for his lack of trying after the First Task.

And so, after all of Harry's kind words, she felt nothing but the absolute love that she felt for him. With her brain for the first time in her life failing her, she decided to do something she had never done before: listen to her heart.

Not saying a word, Hermione reached up and grabbed Harry's shoulders. Pulling him closer, she closed her eyes and planted her lips on his.

To say that Harry was surprised was an understatement. Never in a million years did he think that Hermione would have felt the same way he had for the past two years. Their first year, Harry had seen Hermione as nothing but a friend. Then in their second year, as they began to spend more time together, Harry began to feel more of a romantic feeling towards Hermione. It was in their third year that he really began to love Hermione. After patching their relationship and spending time away from Ron and his constant belittling of Hermione, they really grew closer than he had ever been to another person. But it was when she used her Time-Turner, something she was not supposed to abuse the power of, to save Sirius that he truly fell in love with her.

He had been spending the better part of summer and the first part of this school year trying to figure out how to tell her how he felt. It had seemed like every time he tried to speak to her about it, he froze up. He had never spoken to someone about these kinds of things before, and just the thought of it made his heart pound. But now, he didn't have to. Now, Hermione was doing all the talking for him, and it was not in a language he was familiar with.

When they finally had to come up for air, Harry stared into Hermione's eyes, grinning madly. She stared right back, a smirk on her face. They did not speak, communicating in a silent language that only they were capable of understanding. It had taken years, but these two knew each other to such a degree that they knew what they were thinking just by the looks on their faces.

"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, are you two all right?"

The two teens looked up, finding Professor McGonagall standing twenty feet down the hall. She was staring at her two Gryffindors with a mixed sense of concern and curiosity. While she knew the two were close friends, she had never seen them that close. It was a sight to behold, as she did not think that she had ever seen Harry that close to anyone.

Hermione was the one to beat Harry once again. "Yes, Professor, we're all right. I just dropped my books, and Harry stopped to help me pick them up."

Minerva McGonagall had been teaching for 40 years, and there was one thing that nobody could ever call her after an incident that happened in her third year of teaching: naïve. She could see the two of them with their arms wrapped around each other, with Hermione's books several feet away on the floor. She knew that there was more going on here, but she could also see the tear tracks that ran down both of their faces. If they were unwilling to tell her why they were hugging and crying, she would not push the issue, for they would come to her if they needed her. Trust must be earned, not freely given, after all.

With their teacher now in the audience, Harry and Hermione stood, collected her books, and started making their way towards Gryffindor Tower. They walked the entire trip in a semi-comfortable silence, both keeping their eyes on the floor.

Each of them wondered what it meant for their relationship now that their feelings were known for each other. Would they decide that they were better off friends and go back to normal? Or would they decide to continue acting on their feelings and make something more of it?

After arriving, they put their bags in their respective dorms, grabbed their coats, and gathered in the common room once more. From there, they left the castle and began to make their way down to the lake. They were silent the entire trip, making it a quarter of the way around the lake before one of them spoke.

"So… Harry. About what happened earlier…"

Harry instantly felt his fear rise, feeling like something was stuck in his throat, and it just wouldn't clear no matter what he tried. He had faced down three-headed dogs, the specter of the man that killed his parents, a basilisk, dementors, and a Hungarian Horntail. None of that compared to the fear that he was now feeling.

"What is it, Hermione?" Harry asked, trying to keep a level voice.

Hermione was silent for a minute, collecting her thoughts. She opened her mouth but closed it, hesitant to say what was on her mind for the first time in her life. The next time she opened it again, sound did come out.

"Harry, I need to know what you thought about this morning."

"Well, it was a lovely transfiguration lesson this morning. After all the help that you've been giving me, my grades have really improved." Harry said, immediately dropping into his old habits of deflecting to prevent himself from getting hurt.

Hermione was not amused. "Damn it, Harry! You know that's not what I was asking about!"

Harry sighed, running a hand down his face. "I know it isn't. I'm sorry, Hermione. But you should know by now that I deflect when I'm nervous. I know that you want to know what I feel about the kiss, but I'm scared that if you know that I loved every second of it, then you'll leave me because it was just a mistake for you!"

Once more, by the end of the tirade, Harry's shoulders were heaving, and he was teary-eyed. And now, twice today, the boy in front of her had rendered her unable to form a sentence due to his words. He loved kissing her? It made her want to swoon. But then the other shoe dropped. A MISTAKE? This boy thought that her kissing him was a mistake? He had no idea the storm that he was about to unleash.

Harry could visibly see the change in Hermione once the words he said processed in her mind. He saw her soften with the first half of his sentence, but once he finished, all he could see was cold unbridled rage.

"Harry James Potter!" She began to yell, slapping him across the face. "If you think that for one second that I think that me kissing you was a mistake, then you're not the person that I thought you were! How could you say that me giving you my love and affection was a mistake? That me being me is a mistake? How could you?"

Hermione's own eyes had tears from them, her cheeks rosy from the cold, and her shoulders were wracked with sobs. She turned and made to run away, making it two steps before Harry grabbed hold of her wrist. He pulled her into an embrace, despite her best efforts to fight him off. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him as she sobbed into his chest.

"I'm so sorry, Hermione," Harry said, his voice breaking. "I never meant to hurt you with my words. But I need you to see this from my perspective. Everything I touch goes to shit. I've been kidding myself for the past six months. I was so blinded by my love for you that I wasn't thinking straight. And then you kiss me this morning, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Then reality hit. Just by being my best friend, I've put you in more danger than you ever should have. I can't imagine the horrors you'd face if we became closer. I can't live without you, Hermione. I can't be the reason that you're taken from me."

They were both crying now, openly bawling. They both sank to their knees, Hermione's face tucked into the crook of Harry's neck. Her rage was gone, only feeling sorrow for the boy she was clinging to. What did this boy do to deserve the life he had? What had happened to him that he thought that he didn't deserve to be loved?

Hermione pulled her head away from Harry, looking into his emerald eyes, which held so much pain. "Harry, it's my decision on whether or not I want to be in that position. As you said, I'm already going to be a target due to being your best friend. If upping the ante a little bit just so that I can show my love to you and have you return it is the price I have to pay, I'm willing to pay it. I've loved you since our second year, and I can't bear the thought of not being with you now that I know you love me back. You said you didn't want to hurt me with your words, so please don't kill me with your actions."

Harry broke down even further, not trusting himself with his words. He pulled Hermione even closer to him, never wanting to let her go, fearing that she would disappear if he did. It had been a long time since the last time he had cried as hard as he was now. Come to think of it, the last time that he had cried this hard, Uncle Vernon had beat him so badly he missed two months of first grade. It felt good to cry again, like it had lifted an immense weight.

"Hermione, I love you more than you know, but how can you want to be near me when you know that it means the death of you? And it's not just you that I'm worried about. Voldemort will use your family against you to get to me. There's no way that I'll be responsible for you becoming like me."

While Hermione hadn't thought about that, it didn't take her long to conclude that she didn't care. Well, not that she didn't care, but it was more along the lines that she was willing to take that risk. If it meant getting to be with the first person her age that showed her compassion, the first person to care about her that was not family, the first person to love her back, then she was willing to risk anything.

Hermione didn't bother trying to use words, much like she normally did. She once again opted for action, pushing her lips onto his. If he wouldn't listen to what she had to say, then he would listen to her through her actions. And she wouldn't take no for an answer.

After several minutes of them, as Ron would put it, "snogging," they pulled apart. Both wore silly grins on each of their faces, resting their foreheads against each other. "I swear to you, Harry Potter, if you keep me from ever experiencing this again, I will hex you to the moon and back. And when we die, I will spend every moment haunting you for the rest of existence."

Harry chuckled at her words, knowing that she would fulfill her promise to the letter. And after the rollercoaster of emotions of the past few hours, he couldn't put up any more resistance to her.

"Okay, Hermione."

"Does this mean you've finished being a right royal git?"

"Hermione Granger!"

"What?"

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"No, but I do kiss you."

She pulled him back to her lips and once again commenced a heavy make-out session. If he were completely honest, Harry didn't think that he would ever get tired of this feeling. She pulled away from him, and they continued to soul-gaze as she gave him the biggest grin he had ever seen. He found himself giving one right back, and soon, they were both breaking down into a fit of laughter. Once they had calmed down, and Harry looked back at Hermione, an entirely new question on his mind, one that made him almost as scared as the conversation they had just concluded.

"So, does this mean that you'll go to the Ball with me?" He asked, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Yes, you idiot," Hermione said, rolling her eyes, enjoying the sight of Harry being genuinely happy. If she were completely honest, she didn't think she'd ever get tired of seeing him this way.