A/N: Hey people, I'm really starting to have trouble, stress and everything… and the fact this is a very hard story to write. And it's not like it's based on actual events; because if it were, I'd be writing a book… and getting money, suuure. Anyway… I really hope you start to find this story a bit entertaining, and maybe by the end of this, my words will make you cry… highly doubtful. Whatever… read if you dare?

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Once he ordered his meal, since he had no company… Harry decided to think again; no better memory then this one… well, maybe there is a better one. But he wanted to remember things in order…

"Harry, you need to wake up!" Harry awoke the sound of Ron's voice, they were going to be late for a class Hermione decided – against their will of course – to sign them up for the history of magic class, seeing Harry was history himself. 

"Ron, could you please at least wait until 7! It's 6:58, and 2 more minutes and I would have been fully awaken!" Ron laughed.

"Harry, mate, buddy old pal, Hermione is going to throw a fit if we're not down there in 5 minutes."

Harry took that as a sign to get his robes on for classes. Ron was already down in the common room; when Harry came down to join the two. He had to try and fix his hair, which was inevitable.

As he came down, he saw a rather large crowd around Hermione, of boys of course.

He smiled, and joined Ron, who was sitting off by the portrait hole, waiting for Ms. Granger to come from her very own fan club.

As Harry was fixing his tie, having a rather difficult time, he over-heard some of the boys asking Hermione to the dance. The staff had gotten successfully smart, and throwing a dance for the 5th years and up was a good cause for a smile – for most couples, that is.

Harry smirked to himself, and came up behind Hermione, took on hand, and dragged her off toward Ron, who was grinning.

"Looks like Hermione has her own fan club," Ron said, then snickered, as he walked through the portrait hole, Harry, Hermione following suite. 

"Looks like Ron is about to have another black eye, or maybe two might show him something," Hermione stated charging at Ron. Then laughed as he sprinted down the stairs, into the great hall.

"Looks like Hermione has gotten rougher over the last day," it was plain that Harry was taunting her, as well as playing this long term game both had not yet decided to give up, giving the other full winning rights. Both we're very determined people.

"Looks like Harry has become just a bit sexier over the night…" She said, playfulness wasn't just a hint in her voice, her actions showed this as well.

Harry got tense in the booth, and leaned his head back, to get a clearer picture of this.

She ran her finger down his jaw, and he froze up completely, she kept going down his collarbone, until it was evident, that she wasn't going for his lips.

"Harry, oh Harry, when will you learn to give up?" Hermione reaches his belly button, and stops, and runs her finger back up. Harry shivered, and clamped his fists into balls, to prevent a sorry loss.

This time he was going to turn the tables… purely platonic… like he needed to deal with that now.

He gently grabbed her wrist, and brought himself close to her ear, and whispered into it, while at the same time, was trying to breath softly and heavily.

"This is hard for me Hermione, asking this, since so many have done before," Hermione blushed, but stood her ground. "Hermione, the dance is so far away," Hermione sighed, but listened very close, "But I have no one to take, I was wondering…" Harry paused for a moment, to breath deeply, and made sure that she shivered. "I was wondering, if I could have the honor of taking the most beautiful girl here at Hogwarts," Harry finished, half serious.

Hermione didn't pull away, in fact, she grinned, and began to plan, Harry noticed this; but said nothing, because he began a plan his own.

It was now Hermione's turn to play this game of theirs.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, Harry's hands around her waist; and both grinned at each other.

"Is that a yes Ms. Granger?" Harry asked, ignoring the whooping, and hollering.

She smirked, and winked, "You can bet on that Mr. Potter."

By then Harry, and Hermione had created a crowd. Even some of the teachers were out of the great hall cheering along with the students.

"I think we may have won a couple people a few bets." Harry stated as both of them laughed, and let go of each other. Harry grabbed her hand, and they walked to breakfast together.

 Harry looked up, as the waitress brought him his order. He drank the beer in one gulp, and started on the fish and chips. He was getting comfortable in his seat; so he ate quickly, so he wouldn't want to stay there longer. He tried to focus on his meal, but all he could think about was that night.

A/N: Bugger, that's short. Well… I wanted to get this chapter out, and I wanted to thank ears91, because they kind of inspired me. THANK YOU for being ½ of my reviews so far… anyway, thank you for those who review, and I'm not thankful to those who didn't. – Yellow and Blue Soccer Player