Written for HMS Movie Night Goblet of Fire
Era: Hogwarts
Genre: Cuteness.
Warnings: Being a bad date?
Words: 235
Stupid
Harry turned and glanced up the stairs, and his breath vanished. There was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life. Pale blue robes flowed over a familiar form, highlighting hips and arms that were normally tucked beneath heavy black robes.
Letting his eyes travel higher, he noted that she'd slicked her hair into a delicate bun, the strands left free bouncing as she slowly walked down the last few steps, her eyes locked on him as she walked, her smile broadening as she got closer.
When she reached the bottom, he reached his arm out to her without a thought and she gave him a curious look. "Harry?"
"I'm a moron. Ok. It should have been you, always has been you. Can you forgive this idiot?"
Hermione seemed to consider his words, her eyes flicking to his side but Harry's did not leave her. His heart began to falter as she stayed still until he felt warm fingers slide over his own.
"Yes."
Her brown eyes glowed and Harry's heart began to rampage in his chest. He guided her hand to the crook of his arm and walked past the two people looking at them both curiously before the male turned to the slightly angry girl and offered his hand. Harry would pay for that sometime soon, he was certain, but with Hermione on his arm, all such worries were insignificant.