I am SO sorry I have been ignoring my other stories but please be patient with me! This is yet another multi-chapter but I don't know exactly how long it will be. I got kinda confused on the Harm an Unfinished Sentence Can Do and by that I mean I thought of something but I forgot and now I don't know how to carry on. If you don't mind I will have to go at my own pace. Sorry, but that's how I keep up with everything. I just HAD to upload this. It's been done before but not exactly like this. So...
Chapter 1 of:
May I Have This Dance:
BTW this is set in Goblet of Fire not Deathly Hallows, so it's AU:(
Obviously if I am making AU fics and babysitting for extra money, I am not the amazing J.K. Rowling and I do not own Harry Potter or Hermione Granger or Ronald Weasley or any other Harry Potter characters!
Harry's POV:
Chapter 1: Hagrid's Assistance
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They're fighting. Again. I wish he'd stop yelling and tell her why he's angry and I wish she'd cool it; she's drawing attention to us. I'm just going to look over at the others...
Wow, Neville's actually quite good...I should've asked him for dancing lessons, I must've looked pathetic. At least we were only dancing alone for about twenty seconds.
Bloody hell, Hagrid! I can't believe it! He's dating Madam Maxime!
And Hermione! She-WOW. Ron's right. She is a girl. A girl who looks nothing short of gorgeous. I mean, she's even wearing make-up! I've never seen her wear a dress. Come to think of it I've never even seen her in pink. She looks...
Uh oh, they're looking at me.

Normal POV:
Ron and Hermione had indeed turned to Harry. Ron was gaping at him half bewildered and offended, half shocked into silence. Hermione, however, was yelling at him and Ron to go back to bed and to leave her alone.
They obeyed, clearly frightened of her, and fled up the staircase to Gryffindor Tower.
"Phew! She's scary when she's mad!" Ron said, his clear blue eyes bulging.
"I, erm, er...I don't think you two should argue about things so stupid," Harry stammered confusedly, but luckily Ron wasn't listening, he was still going on about how barking she was being and how it was so off the point what she had said. Harry merely grunted noncommittally at every blank space in his friend's rant. Ron seemed satisfied and he continued on. Finally, he yelled himself hoarse and bade Harry a sudden good night, leaving him alone and completely bewildered in the Common Room.
After about a half an hour, Harry began to feel guilty about just leaving Hermione. A bit reluctantly, he headed back down to the Great Hall. Parvati and Padma were apparently heading back to the dormitories and they both stuck their noses up at him slightly. Obviously, they were still angry at him. He continued on, and his stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch when he saw her.
She was sitting on the old, weathered, well-crafted staircase, her head in her hands, and he could clearly make out fresh tears dropping constantly on her dress. He gathered up his courage and crouched down next to her. Catching her gaze, he stared into her brown eyes that had lost their brightness and had been replaced with sadness and were now glittering with unshed tears.
From the inside of the Great Hall, he heard a speedy, happy song that he had just noticed playing. He offered her his hand and whispered, "May I have this dance?"

"What do you want?" She asked, still probably cut up.
"To apologize," He murmured simply. She grudgingly accepted his hand and allowed him to pull her up, but she promptly dropped his hand after that. The fast paced song began to reach its end to be succeeded by an extremely slow one.
"This is the last song of the night, folks! Thanks for coming and a very Happy Christmas to you!" Came a voice from the Great Hall. They glanced at each other uncomfortably and moved a few inches closer and she placed her hand softly on his shoulder. They hardly moved; it was complicated when you were three feet away from each other and attempting to slow dance.
That didn't last for long though, as someone came from behind them and shoved them into each other as close as the law of science allowed. They both tossed their heads around wildly until they found the culprit.
It was none other than Rubeus Hagrid. They both gaped at him, and he explained.
"When you slow dance, you're supposed to dance with each other, you know," He said with a wide smile. He then left them alone. When they turned to face each other, they realized just how close they were.
Every time she blinked, her eyelashes would bat against his cheeks and his hot breath tickled her mouth and nose, sending small shivers down her spine. They were so mesmerized, they didn't even notice when Fred and George came over and saw them. They looked at each other with identical wicked grins and muttered, "Carry on,". They left.
His breath was now a bit ragged and nervous.
"Er," He said, his murmured and Hermione breathed, "Erm," He fell silent, but she continued to stutter like a drunk person.
Finally, she closed her mouth, and went cross-eyed to remain in eye contact with him. Finally, she gave up, and blinked, but by the time she opened her eyes, he had his shut. She mimicked him, and not exactly thinking, they kissed.
Neither of them had had any sort of practice, seeing as it was a first kiss for both of them. They kept their eyes tight shut as they kissed extremely shyly and tentatively (so much so that they could hardly feel each other's mouths on their own). After a while, they started to lose their nervous manner and they pressed together a bit more snuggly.
Hermione started to ruffle his hair tenderly and he pulled her even closer. They were getting lost in the feel, still moving closer...
"The ball had ended! Ten points from Gryffindor for making me sick! Back to your dormitories and be grateful you got off easy!" Bellowed the voice of Severus Snape, causing them to jump apart from each other so quickly as though they had been stabbed. They determinedly avoided each other's gaze until-
"Harry! Can I have a privet word with you?" Cedric Diggory called.
"Yeah," He agreed instantly. He sprinted up to Cedric, just as he said, "-I thought I'd repay you because, well, you know, but well, take a bath,"
"Excuse me?" Harry asked, confused.
"Use the prefect's bathroom, password's 'pine fresh'"
"Erm, OK," Harry said to blow him off, needing some space to think and longing to get into his four-poster.
He was glad to sleep, but was a bit frightened to see what was to come.

Sorry if it's not totally awesome I am too tired to proofread and I did this in 2 hours so please excuse any mistakes. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!