Ok I've learned that you don't want a plot.
This is it, the one you've all been waiting for……… dum dum dum dum dum dum
Snoging!
Disclaimer ~ If you think you've seen it before then it's not mine, don't sue. I have stolen much from Lori's PoU. Go read it for some real writing.
A/N ~ There is sweetness and mush, and there is snoging. You have been warned.
A/N ~ Oh, and the Yule ball has been reinstated because Dumbledore liked it and because it was a good setting. The triwizard tournament is not going on right now.
Chapter 8
The night of the Yule Ball
Ten minutes before the Yule ball was scheduled to start Hermione stepped out of the bathroom where she had spent the last two hours getting ready. She was wearing a high necked, sleeveless silver robe that seemed to shimmer when she moved. Her thick silky golden brown hair was pulled up into an elegant french twist. She seemed to float instead of walk under her long gown. (Oh, to own that dress!) Harry suddenly felt ver oafish and awkward in his emerald green dress robes (I personally think that he should be wearing a tux because guys look so hott in tuxes, but that would be out of character so I guess it's dress robes). They matched his eyes perfectly and set off his black hair. "Oh, Herm." He breathed. "You look… indescribably lovely."
"Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls." Hermione said as she took a step towards Harry. "Do you really think so?" She tried to keep the note of pleading out of her voice.
"Of course I think so," Harry said. "Number one, I have eyes, and number two, I've seen you in transfiguration, if I lied to you I can see myself spending the rest of my life as a ferret. OW!" He exclaimed as Hermione hit him playfully in the shoulder. "No hitting!" He said, grabbing the offending hand and kissing her fingertips and arm up to her lips.
Suddenly Ron knocked on the door, "Harry tell Hermione to hurry up, we're going to be late. I'm sure she looks beautiful. I'm meeting Lavender in the Great Hall at seven sharp, and that's when I'm going to get there." Both Harry and Hermione turned red and looked at each other. "That would have been so embarrassing if he had come in." Hermione whispered to Harry. "I don't want anyone to find out, I think I'd like to keep you all to myself a bit, without our immature friends teasing us."
"I whole-heartedly agree." Harry said as they walked out the door where an impatient Ron was waiting for them.
"Took you long enough," Ron said as they walked down to the Great Hall. "What were you too doing in there anyway?"
"I was fixing my makeup." Replied Hermione with a straight face. "And you have yet to tell me how beautiful I look, Ron!"
They walked into the Great Hall where Lavender was waiting. "I think both of you look beautiful." Ron said magnanimously.
"Shall we go in?" Harry asked, holding out his arm to Hermione.
"Yes, I think we shall." Hermione responded placing her fingertips lightly on his outstretched arm. They walked into the Great Hall, where a magnificent feast had been laid on the tables. As they began eating, Harry stared at Hermione wistfully, wondering if she knew how cute she was when she ate. He started mentally berating himself, then he remembered, I'm allowed to think that she's adorable! A slightly silly and bemused smile started to spread across Harry's face. "What's so funny Harry?" Hermione whispered as she bent to pick up her napkin.
"Oh, nothing," Harry replied, "I was just thinking about how I am the luckiest man alive, because I'm with you tonight."
"Oh Harry, what am I going to do with you?" She said amused and exasperated at the same time.
"I've got a few ideas…" Harry trailed off.
"Stop it, right now!" Hermione said firmly.
The orchestra started up with a waltz, so Harry was saved from being turned into a small rodent as he led Hermione out onto the dance floor. He held one of her hands in his own, her other resting on his shoulder and his around her waist. They danced until the end of the ball.
Harry and Hermione went back upstairs. Harry planned on telling Hermione goodnight before going to his own room. He went into her room to kiss her goodnight. She had taken down her hair on the way up the stairs so it was falling around her face. She kicked off her heels (as in shoes) as she walked in the door and then turned around and stood on tiptoe to kiss Harry. Their lips met and Hermione's hands were looped loosely around Harry's neck, and his were cupping her face. Suddenly it was like a fire spread through them. Harry reached down and picked her up, she turned her head not breaking the kiss. He carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down. "Wait" she mumbled against his lips. She reached for her wand and muttered a spell to herself. Then she reached up and pulled him towards her. (I am going to gracefully remove myself from this scene because I happen to respect Hermione too much to invade on this private moment. Let's just suffice to say that there were two dress robes on the floor before the night was over. Now we'll just leave and let them enjoy themselves.)
Thank You ~ Magicalzap, Serenity, A-man, Katie D., Sarah, Nikki, Pie, Marion, Who ever wanted Herm to shower with Harry, Sara Potter, and everyone else who reviewed. Sorry if I missed anyone. And Thank You to My inspirations, Katie D. from whom I stole much in this chapter, Lori from whom I also stole much. And wonderful Laura who proofread this.