Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, just the plot (which is pathetic).
A/N:This might be my last chapter. I don't know yet, though.
Harry Potter and the Last Dance
Chapter 5 (I think it is but I lost count, lol)
By the time Harry retreated into the boy's dormitory that night, he was utterly exhausted from discouraging the rumor about he and Hermione. In truth he was flattered, but he knew he should deny it--if not for anything else, then for Hermione's sake.
Harry sighed just thinking about her and, suprised at his sudden rush of emotions, thought back to their hallway conversation earlier. She was going to meet him that night! He grinned to himself, blushing from excitement at the same time. 'I wonder what she wants to talk about?' he puzzled. 'Nah, who cares? She's--wonderful, and she's meeting with me tonight!'
Just then, a knock at the door brought Harry back to the present. "Oy! Harry!" Ron called. "Unlock the bloodly door and let me in, will you?"
Harry scrambled off his bed and pulled back the lock on the door, stepping back just a moment before Ron threw it open, banging it against the wall. His hair was tousled and, Harry noted, he had a sort of crazed look in his eyes. "Ron?" he asked tentatively. His friend was now just standing in the middle of the room, watching him with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Harry--" Ron started at last, his eyes still holding that odd gleam. "You--and Hermione--"
At the mention of Hermione, Harry understood. "No," he stated sharply. "It's not true, no matter who you heard it from!"
Suprisingly, Ron looked disappointed. "Oh," he said. "Well then. I guess I sure misinterpreted things, didn't I?"
Harry grinned. "You and everyone else at Hogwarts! I mean, me and Hermione aren't dating, isn't that obvious?" he demanded. "And anyway," he added with a blush, "we don't like each other like that."
Ron grimaced. "Oy. You go ahead and think that, Harry." He then turned and walked out of the room without another word.
"Ron!" Harry yelled, running to catch up with him. "What do you mean? Ron--"
He fell silent as he ran straight into someone in the common room. He and the person toppled over, sprawling out on the floor in a heap. Harry was the first to disentangle himself, and as he stood up he held out a hand to Hermione, who was unfortunately the person he had knocked over.
She gratefully took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. It was then, standing there, that he noticed just how close they were. Hermione must have realized this as well because her face went a dark shade of magenta and she glanced away for a second, but met his eyes again almost immediately. Harry just stood there, gazing into her eyes and trying his very best not to look away, even for the briefest expanse of time. Finally he managed to choke out an apology (with much stuttering and blushing on his part), but Hermione remained silent, her eyes searching his.
It might have been an extremely romantic moment, especially when Hermione whispered, a sweet smile on her face, "You really should watch where you're going, Harry."
Harry gulped inwardly at her stare, but grinned just the same. "Er--yeah, well, you know me. Never paying attention."
He felt his insides melt when she laughed lightly, shaking her head just enough to show her disbelief of his statement. 'Does she even mildly realize how much I love her?' Harry thought desperately. He knew he would have to do something, whether it be walk away or--well, something more suited to Valentine's Day (even though it wasn't February 14 at all).
Then he noticed once again how close they were. Quickly Harry made up his mind, closing the few inches left between them. To his joy, Hermione made no attempt to stop him. He leaned down, careful to maintain eye contact--he didn't think he could live without those eyes. She looked up at him, and he moved in those final cenimeters...
It was not as he had planned, however, because just as he closed his eyes, Ron came over to see what was wrong. "Harry? Hermione?" he asked. "I just saw you fall and--" Ron stopped as he looked from one beet red face to another. "Er--"
Harry tried to regain his composure. "It's all right, Ron," he said, hoping his voice sounded casual yet knowing it didn't. "What's wrong?"
By now their friend was displaying a rather large grin. "Oh, nothing. It wasn't important."
For a moment everyone stood around awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say next. Personally, Harry was far too embarrassed to look at the other two and decided instead to occupy himself by hoping he would wake up from this nightmare soon. 'I can't believe it,' he thought. 'What POSSESSED me to try to kiss her?!'
It was Ron who broke the silence. "Well then. I--er--have to go and--oh, never mind." He turned and walked out the portrait hole at a speed unusually fast.
Hermione stepped over to Harry, and once more their faces were mere inches apart. "Don't forget to meet me tonight, right Harry?" she whispered.
Harry nodded, a small, unsure smile creeping across his face. Hermione leaned over and gently kissed his cheek before heading up to the girl's dormitories.
Exactly how long he stood there, his hand over the spot where her lips had been, Harry never figured out. All he knew was that, for a time, he was not The Boy Who Lived. He was an average teenager--an average, wizard teenager in love.
A/N: Sorry that was so short, guys! Turns out this chapter was pretty much pure fluff. Sigh. I love it, but I had wanted to add more of the plot in this one. SO, here's the deal: I'm not done with this story yet, though I personally stinks worse than dog you-know-what on a hot summer day. Hehehe. Well, I'd love you to review. Really, that's what keeps me going--and it's the reason I haven't updated in a while because I only got 3. Doesn't matter how many I get though, and as always, flames are welcome!
LUV, ~ME~ (PS THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER I PROMISE!)
A/N:This might be my last chapter. I don't know yet, though.
Harry Potter and the Last Dance
Chapter 5 (I think it is but I lost count, lol)
By the time Harry retreated into the boy's dormitory that night, he was utterly exhausted from discouraging the rumor about he and Hermione. In truth he was flattered, but he knew he should deny it--if not for anything else, then for Hermione's sake.
Harry sighed just thinking about her and, suprised at his sudden rush of emotions, thought back to their hallway conversation earlier. She was going to meet him that night! He grinned to himself, blushing from excitement at the same time. 'I wonder what she wants to talk about?' he puzzled. 'Nah, who cares? She's--wonderful, and she's meeting with me tonight!'
Just then, a knock at the door brought Harry back to the present. "Oy! Harry!" Ron called. "Unlock the bloodly door and let me in, will you?"
Harry scrambled off his bed and pulled back the lock on the door, stepping back just a moment before Ron threw it open, banging it against the wall. His hair was tousled and, Harry noted, he had a sort of crazed look in his eyes. "Ron?" he asked tentatively. His friend was now just standing in the middle of the room, watching him with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Harry--" Ron started at last, his eyes still holding that odd gleam. "You--and Hermione--"
At the mention of Hermione, Harry understood. "No," he stated sharply. "It's not true, no matter who you heard it from!"
Suprisingly, Ron looked disappointed. "Oh," he said. "Well then. I guess I sure misinterpreted things, didn't I?"
Harry grinned. "You and everyone else at Hogwarts! I mean, me and Hermione aren't dating, isn't that obvious?" he demanded. "And anyway," he added with a blush, "we don't like each other like that."
Ron grimaced. "Oy. You go ahead and think that, Harry." He then turned and walked out of the room without another word.
"Ron!" Harry yelled, running to catch up with him. "What do you mean? Ron--"
He fell silent as he ran straight into someone in the common room. He and the person toppled over, sprawling out on the floor in a heap. Harry was the first to disentangle himself, and as he stood up he held out a hand to Hermione, who was unfortunately the person he had knocked over.
She gratefully took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. It was then, standing there, that he noticed just how close they were. Hermione must have realized this as well because her face went a dark shade of magenta and she glanced away for a second, but met his eyes again almost immediately. Harry just stood there, gazing into her eyes and trying his very best not to look away, even for the briefest expanse of time. Finally he managed to choke out an apology (with much stuttering and blushing on his part), but Hermione remained silent, her eyes searching his.
It might have been an extremely romantic moment, especially when Hermione whispered, a sweet smile on her face, "You really should watch where you're going, Harry."
Harry gulped inwardly at her stare, but grinned just the same. "Er--yeah, well, you know me. Never paying attention."
He felt his insides melt when she laughed lightly, shaking her head just enough to show her disbelief of his statement. 'Does she even mildly realize how much I love her?' Harry thought desperately. He knew he would have to do something, whether it be walk away or--well, something more suited to Valentine's Day (even though it wasn't February 14 at all).
Then he noticed once again how close they were. Quickly Harry made up his mind, closing the few inches left between them. To his joy, Hermione made no attempt to stop him. He leaned down, careful to maintain eye contact--he didn't think he could live without those eyes. She looked up at him, and he moved in those final cenimeters...
It was not as he had planned, however, because just as he closed his eyes, Ron came over to see what was wrong. "Harry? Hermione?" he asked. "I just saw you fall and--" Ron stopped as he looked from one beet red face to another. "Er--"
Harry tried to regain his composure. "It's all right, Ron," he said, hoping his voice sounded casual yet knowing it didn't. "What's wrong?"
By now their friend was displaying a rather large grin. "Oh, nothing. It wasn't important."
For a moment everyone stood around awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say next. Personally, Harry was far too embarrassed to look at the other two and decided instead to occupy himself by hoping he would wake up from this nightmare soon. 'I can't believe it,' he thought. 'What POSSESSED me to try to kiss her?!'
It was Ron who broke the silence. "Well then. I--er--have to go and--oh, never mind." He turned and walked out the portrait hole at a speed unusually fast.
Hermione stepped over to Harry, and once more their faces were mere inches apart. "Don't forget to meet me tonight, right Harry?" she whispered.
Harry nodded, a small, unsure smile creeping across his face. Hermione leaned over and gently kissed his cheek before heading up to the girl's dormitories.
Exactly how long he stood there, his hand over the spot where her lips had been, Harry never figured out. All he knew was that, for a time, he was not The Boy Who Lived. He was an average teenager--an average, wizard teenager in love.
A/N: Sorry that was so short, guys! Turns out this chapter was pretty much pure fluff. Sigh. I love it, but I had wanted to add more of the plot in this one. SO, here's the deal: I'm not done with this story yet, though I personally stinks worse than dog you-know-what on a hot summer day. Hehehe. Well, I'd love you to review. Really, that's what keeps me going--and it's the reason I haven't updated in a while because I only got 3. Doesn't matter how many I get though, and as always, flames are welcome!
LUV, ~ME~ (PS THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER I PROMISE!)