Hermione returned to her spot watching the chess game, neither Harry nor Ron asked her about what she needed to talk to Seamus about, they respected her privacy enough for that.
"Ron, who are you going to take to the Winter Ball?" Harry asked, moving a very haughty Bishop, four spaces to the right.
"Oh, I asked Parvati…she said yes…" Ron said, blushing a deep crimson color.
"That's nice, I hear Amethyst is going to ask you, Harry," Hermione teased, Amethyst was a very ditzy Hufflepuff third year who would kiss anything with a pulse.
"She is? Oy, I hate turning people down, I'm no good at it at all…" Harry groaned.
"Oh yeah, you have to do that ALL the time!" Hermione joked, lightly bopping Hermione on the head.
"But of course, I mean, Harry's a marketable commodity…we could probably keep him dancing all night, and charge a sickle a dance! Nah, better make it five Knuts, we actually want people to take us up on the offer!" Ron teased, as he checkmated Harry's King.
"Dangit, I lost again. Anyway, I'm worth a sickle, hey, I'm worth 2 sickles!" Harry said, puffing out his chest importantly.
"Oh, don't oversize your ego, now Harry, I mean a whole two sickles!" Hermione laughed, and stood, and headed towards the Girls' Dormitory. "G'Night Harry, G'Night Ron!" Hermione said, and went to bed.
In the morning, Harry lay in bed, never having gone to sleep the night before. He kept thinking about Hermione, how she looked at him, going over everything that she has said to him recently, trying to figure out if she felt the same way he did.
Little did Harry know that Hermione was laying awake thinking the exact same things about him. In Hermione's dream, she had managed to get to sleep, she was dancing in Harry's arms, dancing among the clouds, life was perfect.
Then it was time to get up.
Hermione slowly got ready to go down for breakfast, pulling clothes out of her trunk, slipping into the black school robes. She strolled down the staircase, yawning as she did so. Much to her surprise Harry was already down there, sitting in an armchair facing the fire. "Harry?" she said softly, wondering if he was asleep.
"Yeah, Herm?" He responded, beckoning for her to come sit in the chair by his. 'I probably look like a loony, just sitting here staring at the flames.
Hermione quickly walked over to the chair, and sat down gently. "What are you doing down here so early?" she asked, tilting her head to look at him.
"I couldn't get to sleep last night…so I just came down here when it was a half decent hour. What about you?" Harry said, looking at his friend. The light from the fire seemed to form a halo around her head, making her look even more like an angel.
"Oh, I'm usually up this early, haven't you ever noticed that I'm usually down here before you?" Hermione said, smiling sweetly.
"Oh, yeah…" Harry said flustered. She was smiling at him…and he couldn't think. 'Um, well, at least I didn't say that I was thinking about her all night…that was good I suppose…'
(A/N Ok! I, the author, cal into effect the ALMIGHTY TIME WARP PRINCIPLE! This means I can skip to ANY point in time, to resume this story! For this, it is the evening of the Winter Ball, its about a half hour before the festivities…so…yeah…ENJOY!)
The Girls' Dormitory was alive with girls finishing make up, doing the last-minute touches to their hair, and making absolutely sure that their dress-robes were nice enough.
Among these, oddly enough, was Hermione Granger, a girl who had never shown ANY taste for anything that had to do with usual sixteen year old girl things. The ice-blue dress robes she wore accented her figure perfectly, the cloth hung at just the right angle to make her innocently alluring. Her hair was partially and loosely clipped back, and it hung in loose, beautiful curls. Her eye shadow and mascara gave her eyes a bright, yet silvery look, and the silver snowflake that hung around her neck finished the picture. She looked the part to be the Winter Faerie, all she was missing were wings, and if you first saw her just now, you would think they'd have simply sprouted from her back.
"And then Seamus came and asked ME to go to the dance with him, isn't that wonderful, Hermione!" Lavender said, as she smoothed her robes out for the last time.
"I'm so happy for you, you two make the most adorable couple I've seen…" Hermione said, smiling at her friend.
"You never seem to care much for these things, why the change of heart? Oh I know…you're hoping to impress someone…now who could it be? Ron? No, you argue way too much…Dean? No, you never talk. Neville! No, you wouldn't stoop to that level…I know…it's Harry!" she said, and whispered the last name. Lavender always had a knack for these things, even if it took her a couple of tries.
"How did you know?" Hermione asked, blushing softly.
"Oh, these things are usually pretty obvious to me. But, Hermione, you do know who he brought, don't you?" Lavender said, biting her lip.
"He-He brought someone?" Hermione whispered, as she and Lavender walked down the corridor towards the Great Hall.
"Yes, she's…well…you'll see…" Lavender said, as she rushed off to find Seamus.
Hermione stood there, a Winter Goddess, as the couples danced around her. She searched the crowd, looking for Harry. She saw a flash of green robes, Harry had always worn green before…yes, it was Him. Hermione was just about to start over towards him when she saw who he was dancing with, Alisha Glass.
Alisha Glass was a Slytherin girl with brown hair, green eyes, and impossible curves. She was yet another one of those girls who would kiss anyone with a pulse.
Hermione's eyes filled with pain and confusion when she saw them, and just then Harry made eye contact with her.
'I wonder why she isn't with Seamus…oh look, he's there with Lavender…' Harry thought, as the song ended and his date moved towards the refreshments.
Hermione simply watched the spot where Harry and Alisha had been dancing, her legs felt weak as if she couldn't stand anymore, and she dropped. There she sat, beautiful, majestic, magical, and her heart was breaking into a million pieces.
Harry rushed to his friend when she dropped, "Hermione!" he cried, and put his hands at her waist, lifting her up. "Are you alright? Where's Seamus?" he asked, concern gleaming in his eyes. 'God, she's beautiful, why'd she have to be so beautiful? Maybe she'd be easier to get over if she weren't…what am I saying, she could be a hag and I'd still need her.' Harry thought.
"I-I'm fine, I broke my date with Seamus, and he asked Lavender. What are YOU doing here with ALISHA?" Hermione asked, pain in her eyes.
Harry almost smiled at the question, she was jealous. "I thought you were going to be where with Seamus, so rather than be dateless I said yes to Alisha…" Harry explained. The music started up again, a slow song. "May I have this dance?" He asked, and bowed.
Hermione smiled a heart-stopping smile and took his hand. "Of course," she said happily.
The music played on and they danced, they danced around the room, and stopped in the dead center. Suddenly it felt as if the music had stopped, though it hadn't, it felt like no one else was there, though they were. All that mattered was that they were there, in each other's arms.
Harry leaned in towards Hermione, and their lips touched, all of the sudden their was this explosion inside them. Their hearts opened up to the person they shared the kiss with.
'I can't believe this is happening…' Harry thought with awe.
'Neither can I…' Hermione thought.
'Wait a minute, this means we're-'
'Soul Mates…but doesn't it feel right?'
'Yeah, it does, but…I don't want to let go of this…'
'We never have to…we're soul mates…and we can always be together…'
They released their kiss, and simply stared into their Soul Mate's eyes.
"I love you…" Harry said… running his hand through Hermione's hair.
"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that…I love you too…" Hermione said, and kissed his hand.
"Ron, who are you going to take to the Winter Ball?" Harry asked, moving a very haughty Bishop, four spaces to the right.
"Oh, I asked Parvati…she said yes…" Ron said, blushing a deep crimson color.
"That's nice, I hear Amethyst is going to ask you, Harry," Hermione teased, Amethyst was a very ditzy Hufflepuff third year who would kiss anything with a pulse.
"She is? Oy, I hate turning people down, I'm no good at it at all…" Harry groaned.
"Oh yeah, you have to do that ALL the time!" Hermione joked, lightly bopping Hermione on the head.
"But of course, I mean, Harry's a marketable commodity…we could probably keep him dancing all night, and charge a sickle a dance! Nah, better make it five Knuts, we actually want people to take us up on the offer!" Ron teased, as he checkmated Harry's King.
"Dangit, I lost again. Anyway, I'm worth a sickle, hey, I'm worth 2 sickles!" Harry said, puffing out his chest importantly.
"Oh, don't oversize your ego, now Harry, I mean a whole two sickles!" Hermione laughed, and stood, and headed towards the Girls' Dormitory. "G'Night Harry, G'Night Ron!" Hermione said, and went to bed.
In the morning, Harry lay in bed, never having gone to sleep the night before. He kept thinking about Hermione, how she looked at him, going over everything that she has said to him recently, trying to figure out if she felt the same way he did.
Little did Harry know that Hermione was laying awake thinking the exact same things about him. In Hermione's dream, she had managed to get to sleep, she was dancing in Harry's arms, dancing among the clouds, life was perfect.
Then it was time to get up.
Hermione slowly got ready to go down for breakfast, pulling clothes out of her trunk, slipping into the black school robes. She strolled down the staircase, yawning as she did so. Much to her surprise Harry was already down there, sitting in an armchair facing the fire. "Harry?" she said softly, wondering if he was asleep.
"Yeah, Herm?" He responded, beckoning for her to come sit in the chair by his. 'I probably look like a loony, just sitting here staring at the flames.
Hermione quickly walked over to the chair, and sat down gently. "What are you doing down here so early?" she asked, tilting her head to look at him.
"I couldn't get to sleep last night…so I just came down here when it was a half decent hour. What about you?" Harry said, looking at his friend. The light from the fire seemed to form a halo around her head, making her look even more like an angel.
"Oh, I'm usually up this early, haven't you ever noticed that I'm usually down here before you?" Hermione said, smiling sweetly.
"Oh, yeah…" Harry said flustered. She was smiling at him…and he couldn't think. 'Um, well, at least I didn't say that I was thinking about her all night…that was good I suppose…'
(A/N Ok! I, the author, cal into effect the ALMIGHTY TIME WARP PRINCIPLE! This means I can skip to ANY point in time, to resume this story! For this, it is the evening of the Winter Ball, its about a half hour before the festivities…so…yeah…ENJOY!)
The Girls' Dormitory was alive with girls finishing make up, doing the last-minute touches to their hair, and making absolutely sure that their dress-robes were nice enough.
Among these, oddly enough, was Hermione Granger, a girl who had never shown ANY taste for anything that had to do with usual sixteen year old girl things. The ice-blue dress robes she wore accented her figure perfectly, the cloth hung at just the right angle to make her innocently alluring. Her hair was partially and loosely clipped back, and it hung in loose, beautiful curls. Her eye shadow and mascara gave her eyes a bright, yet silvery look, and the silver snowflake that hung around her neck finished the picture. She looked the part to be the Winter Faerie, all she was missing were wings, and if you first saw her just now, you would think they'd have simply sprouted from her back.
"And then Seamus came and asked ME to go to the dance with him, isn't that wonderful, Hermione!" Lavender said, as she smoothed her robes out for the last time.
"I'm so happy for you, you two make the most adorable couple I've seen…" Hermione said, smiling at her friend.
"You never seem to care much for these things, why the change of heart? Oh I know…you're hoping to impress someone…now who could it be? Ron? No, you argue way too much…Dean? No, you never talk. Neville! No, you wouldn't stoop to that level…I know…it's Harry!" she said, and whispered the last name. Lavender always had a knack for these things, even if it took her a couple of tries.
"How did you know?" Hermione asked, blushing softly.
"Oh, these things are usually pretty obvious to me. But, Hermione, you do know who he brought, don't you?" Lavender said, biting her lip.
"He-He brought someone?" Hermione whispered, as she and Lavender walked down the corridor towards the Great Hall.
"Yes, she's…well…you'll see…" Lavender said, as she rushed off to find Seamus.
Hermione stood there, a Winter Goddess, as the couples danced around her. She searched the crowd, looking for Harry. She saw a flash of green robes, Harry had always worn green before…yes, it was Him. Hermione was just about to start over towards him when she saw who he was dancing with, Alisha Glass.
Alisha Glass was a Slytherin girl with brown hair, green eyes, and impossible curves. She was yet another one of those girls who would kiss anyone with a pulse.
Hermione's eyes filled with pain and confusion when she saw them, and just then Harry made eye contact with her.
'I wonder why she isn't with Seamus…oh look, he's there with Lavender…' Harry thought, as the song ended and his date moved towards the refreshments.
Hermione simply watched the spot where Harry and Alisha had been dancing, her legs felt weak as if she couldn't stand anymore, and she dropped. There she sat, beautiful, majestic, magical, and her heart was breaking into a million pieces.
Harry rushed to his friend when she dropped, "Hermione!" he cried, and put his hands at her waist, lifting her up. "Are you alright? Where's Seamus?" he asked, concern gleaming in his eyes. 'God, she's beautiful, why'd she have to be so beautiful? Maybe she'd be easier to get over if she weren't…what am I saying, she could be a hag and I'd still need her.' Harry thought.
"I-I'm fine, I broke my date with Seamus, and he asked Lavender. What are YOU doing here with ALISHA?" Hermione asked, pain in her eyes.
Harry almost smiled at the question, she was jealous. "I thought you were going to be where with Seamus, so rather than be dateless I said yes to Alisha…" Harry explained. The music started up again, a slow song. "May I have this dance?" He asked, and bowed.
Hermione smiled a heart-stopping smile and took his hand. "Of course," she said happily.
The music played on and they danced, they danced around the room, and stopped in the dead center. Suddenly it felt as if the music had stopped, though it hadn't, it felt like no one else was there, though they were. All that mattered was that they were there, in each other's arms.
Harry leaned in towards Hermione, and their lips touched, all of the sudden their was this explosion inside them. Their hearts opened up to the person they shared the kiss with.
'I can't believe this is happening…' Harry thought with awe.
'Neither can I…' Hermione thought.
'Wait a minute, this means we're-'
'Soul Mates…but doesn't it feel right?'
'Yeah, it does, but…I don't want to let go of this…'
'We never have to…we're soul mates…and we can always be together…'
They released their kiss, and simply stared into their Soul Mate's eyes.
"I love you…" Harry said… running his hand through Hermione's hair.
"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that…I love you too…" Hermione said, and kissed his hand.
