Neville and Hermione, Sitting in a tr-WHAT?!

"Sorry!" Neville apologised as he stepped on Hermione's foot for what seemed like the billionth time.

While Neville's robes had stains all over them, Hermione's was made of a blue satin that hung closely to her body. Many guys could be seen glimpsing her way as the danced.

"It's okay. You'll get the hang of it soon," she reassured.

Neville gave a small smile, "I still can't believe someone as great as you would agree to come to the Valentines Ball with me, Neville I'm-so-stupid Longbottom. Who, may I add, is completely and utterly unlikeable."

"Neville!" Hermione exclaimed. "Don't be like that! You're NOT completely unlikeable. Look, I'll show you."

With that, she led them to the spot where Lavender Brown and Seamus Finnigan were dancing. The two were laughing at a joke Seamus had made and Lavender almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Hermione's hand tap her shoulder.

"Hi! Just doing a little poll," Hermione said. "So, do you think that Neville's unlikeable?"

"Neville Smith? Are you kidding?! He is like the hottest guy in the world! No offence Seamus," Lavender exclaimed.

Hermione shook her head. "No, I meant Longbottom. Do you think Neville LONGBOTTOM's completer unlikeable?"

"Hell yeah!" Lavender yelled before going back to dancing quite intimately with Seamus. If you could even call it dancing.

Exasperated, Hermione went around the Great Hall asking the same question to any 5th or 4th year girl she could find. All had the same answer, even though Ginny put it in much milder terms, saying that she personally thought him unlikeable but she was sure he'd find someone who had a very tough foot. This coming from the most sympathetic girl she knew, Hermione decided to change her question and went on to ask Parvati Patil who would she prefer to date. A Blast Ended Skrewt or Neville Longbottom. After much thought Parvati replied quite definitely that she would probably commit suicide before dating either. Now looking quite tired, Hermione walked the few feet to where Neville was sitting there waiting for her, drink in hand, even though most of it was on his robes.

"See, I told you. It's pointless, Hermione. I'm worthless," he said.

Hermione sighed. "No you're not, Neville. Don't ever think that."

She took a deep breath, and with that closed her eyes and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

"There," she said smiling unsurely. "That was my first kiss, and I reckon there's not much of a worthier recipient anywhere."

~*~TIME MANIPULATOR PROJECTOR~*~

"WHAT?!" Ron screamed from his seat. "THERE IS NO WAY IN BLOODY HELL THAT HERMIONE WOULD BLOODY WELL KISS NEVILLE I-SHOULD-BE-A-BLONDE LONGBOTTOM. IT'S NOT BLOODY POSSIBLE!!!"

Fred was laughing to himself from his spot on a nearby cauldron.

"Is Ickle Ronniekins jealous that he isn't gonna be 'Mione's first kissy- wissy?" he teased.

Ron paled dramatically at the statement. "First kiss!" he exclaimed, totally ignoring the fact that Fred had just called him a green-eyed monster. "First kiss! If Neville is. was, whatever! If Neville's 'Mione's first kiss then all those times I've been teasing her about Vicky. SHIT!"

This only caused more laughter and taunting to come from both the twins, but it went unnoticed as Ron was still muttering incoherent thoughts to himself. Just as he was about to take the helmet off, George slapped his hands away in a manner not unlike the one Mrs. Weasley used to slap his hands when he was trying to steal a newly baked muffin.

"Not yet," he said. "Let's see what happens to Hogwart's weirdest couple in twenty years time."

To this Ron only rolled his eyes and continued muttering something that contained the words "disgusting", "dung bomb", "traitorous git" and "bloody beautiful".

With another smile, one of the twins switched the machine back on. This time it decided to sing "You're so Vain". Fred couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with the memories of Draco Malfoy that had just been recently fed into the machine.

What came on the screen next was a picture of the gang, twenty years older, and Hermione looking rather plump.

~*~TIME MANIPULATOR PROJECTOR~*~

"CONGRATULATIONS!" Ginny screamed as she rushed up to give Hermione a hug. "That's great!" Harry exclaimed. "You just became Mrs. Longbottom and a year later, kabam! You're about to be a mother!" Draco Malfoy agreed.

Neville grinned from ear to ear though Hermione's smile began to fade.

"If only Ron could be here with us.." she sighed before burying her head into Neville's chest.

"Don't cry, 'Mione. It's not like you're the reason he committed suicide," Ginny said softly, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Upon seeing that Harry leapt up and began gently massaging the redhead's shoulders while Malfoy just stood there looking at the four people in front of him.

"I'm sorry, guys," Hermione said. "I just wonder sometimes."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! You can't lose what you never had. BEEEEEEP! I might never get this chance again so damn by foolish pri- BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

~*~TIME MANIPULATOR PROJECTOR~*~

"THAT IS IT!" Ron yelled as he pulled of the helmet which was still singing the somewhat inspirational song. "I am absolutely sick of your stupid inventions. Neville is NOT going to date, let alone marry and impregnate Hermione. I am NOT going to commit suicide. I have no idea WHAT Malfoy was doing in that picture but what ever it is, that's NOT gonna happen. AND. WHAT THE HELL IS HARRY DOING WITH GINNY?!"

Fred and George couldn't help but laugh at their younger brother's beetroot coloured face. Unfortunately, it caused Ron to turn even redder and storm out of the room with Fred yelling after him.

"And it was all 'cause you didn't ask her to the ball!"