A/N: Hey everyone… I'm going to ask you all a question, not that all of you will answer. I was wondering if I should continue this story, it's really hard to do this, because it's so much to think about. Since the end is already planned out. You know? So please tell me if I should keep writing.

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Harry was finishing his fish and chips, when he asked for another beer. Ron's influence must have been a pretty big one.

He ate the last part of his meal, while the waitress came back with his beer, and asked him:

"Will that be all sir?" she said, pulling his check out of her apron.

"Yes, this will be all," Harry, said. With that, the waitress game him his check and a friendly smile. He smiled briefly back, and got out the money he needed to pay with.

He left the money on the table, with a profitable tip.

Harry walked out, and took in the fresh air. He breathed in deep for a couple of breaths, and walked toward a park. As he was breathing, he could see his hot breath rise in the cold air.

He looked at his watch, and it read 7:53.

Harry went and sat down at one of the benches. He leaned back, and again thought of something to think about, another memory.

Harry waited in the common room for his date, which was taking forever.

"Harry, how did you manage to get Hermione on a date?" Harry grinned, as Dean asked him this.

"I asked her mate," Harry replied in a smart-ass tone.

"I didn't do that! I forgot to ask her, and bloody lucky Harry got to her first!"

Ron hit Dean over the head, and said, "Dean, you're going with my sister, you better not mess this night up for her, and if you do, there are more then one person that would be willing to hurt you."

Dean's eyes widened, and he went over to the portrait hole, so he could stay away from Ron's protectiveness.

Harry laughed, and leaned against the wall, waiting.

The first two down were Ginny, and Lavender. Which he couldn't help but look at them, they did look pretty – goddamn sexy.

But what he saw next would have stopped the guy population at Hogwarts in their tracks.

Even Ron had his jaw dropped. Harry coughed, and as if on cue the boys turned to their dates, which were glaring at them.

Hermione smirked at Harry, and came over to him. And gave him a kiss on the cheek, and a hug. Then she whispered in his ear, "Harry, giving up permits a loss, are you ready to loose?"

Harry smiling knowingly; He grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her up against him. She flinched, and Harry whispered in her ear, "If I give up, that doesn't mean I lost."

He knew what was coming. Her mouth was slightly opened, trying to make sense of the words just spoken.

He held out his arm, and she took it. They turned around, and the girls – even the guys – looked at them with envy.

Both grinned knowingly.

As they reached the Great Hall – where the dance was being held.

There were lots of people there, and it looked like it was either sitting on someone's lap, or dancing. Hermione and Harry weren't very keen on being center of attention.

So they went over to a table, and Harry sat down, and Hermione looked around the table, all the seats were taken; she glared at Harry.

"I'm harmless," He said simply. He grinned when she went and sat down on his lap.

Suddenly contact with Hermione he needed. It was like they were magnets.

He knew Hermione felt it too, because she turned around, and looked at him like he was using his wand or something.

Harry was holding himself back from doing something he really didn't want.

He grabbed her hips, and made her stand up, he felt the wave of whatever it was go away.

"Dance?" Harry asked quickly.

She tilted her head, and nodded. He grabbed her hand and right as they reached the middle of the dance floor, a slow song came on. Both weren't disappointed.

He saw Hermione bite her lip, and he gently grabbed her waist, and pulled her maybe a little too close, but she didn't seem to mind.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they danced. By the time a faster song came on, they had both arms around each other. So basically they were hugging. They didn't break apart, not even when everyone was dancing faster. They just kept moving.

Bt the time everyone else had practically left, except for the couples that were successful. That included Harry and Hermione. Harry was afraid to move, because he never felt more right in his whole life. He assumed Hermione was the same, because they had been dancing longer then anyone else had. They were afraid to move apart, in case the feeling went away.

A/N: are you people disappointed? I'M NOT. This is kind of fun to write. Anyway, I didn't mention the date this dance took place, and I know he hasn't had very many memorable memories, but com'on, these were worth remembering. Anyway, this dance was toward the end of the year. So you are going to have to bear with me. This story is quite short. But I thought it should come out before the New Year, since the memory thing. Well, I hoped you enjoyed – Yellow and Blue Soccer Player