Chapter 5- The ball and an interesting night
A/N- IMPORTANT! READ! Towards the end of this chapter things get a little
more "R" rated, if you have objections to this please tell me and I will
refrain from doing it later on if I get enough complaint , but this chapter
is important for the story, so don't skip it.
The trio was on their way to Dumbledore's office when they got a nasty surprise. Malfoy and his goons walked right in front of them.
"Malfoy, I thought I made myself perfectly clear when I had you pinned up against the wall." Harry said, not in the mood to put up with him.
"Potty, when will you ever learn? I always get my revenge. That's what I am doing right now."
"So much tougher when you have your bodyguards here to back you up, eh?" Ron asked. Ron was now only about an inch shorter than Crabbe and Goyle, and Harry was about the same size as them. Crabbe and Goyle were still huge and ugly. Malfoy then turned to Hermione.
"You are actually pretty good looking. If you weren't a MUDBLOOD I would make sure you were mine." Right then Malfoy got two punches and a kick in the . . . ahem, you get the idea. Then they all returned to making their ay to Dumbledore's office.
When they got there the Gargoyle jumped away without them even saying a password.
"That was strange." Hermione said. They made their way to Dumbledore's office and waited outside the door.
"Come in children." Dumbledore said, "What brings you here now?"
"Professor, yesterday we somehow stumbled upon the fact that we can well, sort of read each others' minds. But it is odd since Ron can read both of our minds, but Harry can't read mind, and I can't read his, well I could at first , but not anymore." Hermione rambled.
"I see. Well, considering tonight is the ball I will think about it and talk to you later. Now, go and have fun." All three chorused, "thank you professor." They then walked to Gryffindor in silence.
In the common room Ron went to his dorm, and Hermione was about to go to hers when Harry called her.
"Herm," Harry said walking towards her, "do you think you would want to go to the ball with me tonight? Seeing as I don't have a date and neither do you. It could be fun you know."
"Of course I'll go with you. Now, I'll be off." Hermione said quite calmly. She slowly walked up to her dormitories, entered her room, closed the door and . . .
"I'M GOING TO THE BALL WITH HARRY POTTER!" She squealed. Luckily no one was around to hear her. She then went to get ready.
*~*3 hours later*~*
"Hermione, are you almost done?! I need the mirror too!" lavender yelled through the bathroom door. Everyone was running around making last minute touches before they left.
"Yeah, hold on . . . there! Done!" Hermione walked out of the bathroom and everyone stared at her in awe.
Hermione's hair was tied elegantly up in a loose bun near the top of her head with a few strands dangling freely and in the front was a strand on each side that had been curled so it nicely wrapped around her face. At the start of her eyelid her eye shadow was midnight blue, and then mixed with a powder blue towards the top do it nicely blended together. Her eyes were lined with a midnight blue liner that made her eyes look smoky and stand out. She had light blush on to accent her nice cheek bones, and she had shiny lip gloss on. Then her dress, oh her dress! It was just the color of her eye shadow, midnight blue. The straps on her shoulders were about two inches wide and went into a V-neck, though not very low. Then, the straps connected in the back by a clip. The dress was long and flowing with a slit that went about an inch above her knee. The dress, when hit a certain way with the light shimmered. It beautifully showed of her curves. In short, Hermione looked gorgeous.
"So," Parvati asked, "who's the lucky man?"
"Er, Harry."
"You're going with Harry?! How lucky!"
"I know. Well, let's get going." The girls finally left to meet their dates.
Meanwhile, down in the common room all the boys from Gryffindor were waiting on their dates. Every so often at least one of them would glance at their watch. It was getting close to the beginning of the ball.
"So, Harry, who gets the honor of accompanying you to the ball?" Ron asked.
"I asked Hermione before, and she said yes. Who are you going with?"
"Ah, you'll just have to wait and see." Just then the girls came downstairs. The boys' jaws hit the floor. They were literally stunned.
"Well, Harry, let's get a move on." "Yeah, okay. You look extremely beautiful by the way." "Why thank you Harry. You look quite handsome yourself." Harry was wearing black pants, a light green shirt that brought out his eyes, and a black coat, not a suit coat though. Hermione could tell that he had tried to flatten his hair, but with no avail. By that time they were at the entrance to the ball.
They entered the great hall and found seats by Ron.
"So, Ron, where's your mystery girl?" Harry asked.
"She will be here any minute now. Ah, there she is." Harry and Hermione turned to look in the direction Ron was facing. Coming towards them was . . .
"Cho! You came with Ron?" Hermione asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, he asked me last week."
"Oh, well, that's nice. Hermione, would you like something to drink?" Harry asked.
"Sure."
"Alright, Ron, lets go get some punch." "Alright." The boys made their way to the tables lined against the wall.
"So, Ron, are you and Cho going out?"
"No, I just asked her to the ball. Harry, you're not jealous are you?"
"No! I am over Cho."
"Oh, yes, that's right. You fancy Hermione now right?"
"No, I mean maybe, I don't know." Harry looked down into his cup.
"C'mon mate, come clean with me. I see how you look at her, your eyes fill with joy every time she talks to you. Actually, I believe she fancies you too. She looks at you the same way you look at her. It is kind of scary how much you two can love each other without knowing it."
"Who ever said anything about love? How do you know all this?" Harry questioned.
"You forget I can read your minds."
"Fine! I give up, I do fancy her. But don't say anything to Hermione about it, I still don't know for sure she feels the same way." With that they went back to the girls. Harry and Hermione danced the night away. They were both excellent dancers and many people just sat and watched them. Finally, after the feast and many more dances, the ball was over. The couples made their way to their dormitories and separated.
In bed, Harry couldn't fall asleep. He kept turning and tossing, wondering about his feelings for Hermione. When he was sure that he wasn't going to get any sleep he decided to go down to the common room to think, which was hard with Ron snoring and Dean talking in his sleep. He made his way to the common room and saw Hermione sitting on the couch reading.
"We have to stop meeting like this." Harry said while walking into the room.
"Oh, hello Harry. Couldn't sleep?"
"No, you?"
"Not really, I was just reading." Harry went over and sat next to Hermione.
"Have fun at the ball tonight?" Harry inquired.
"Yes, my feet are tired from dancing so much." Hermione answered.
"I know what you mean. Would you like a foot massage?" He didn't even wait for an answer. He turned to he was sitting Indian-style facing her, took her legs and pulled her around so her feet were in his lap and started massaging one.
"Thank you very much Harry, but you don't have to if you don't want to."
"No, it's ok, I don't mind." Harry looked down. After a few minutes in silence Hermione started to talk.
"You know Harry, I've been thinking, a lot. And well, I don't know if you feel the same way, but, I'm pretty sure I have fallen head over heels for you." With that Hermione took a pillow and covered her face with it, embarrassed that she just told him that she liked him. When Harry didn't reply she slowly looked up. She couldn't help but giggle when the sight of him smiling foolishly with her foot in his hands greeted her. The next thing she knew Harry had dropped her foot back onto the couch, leaned over and lightly kissed her lips.
With her face in his hands Harry said, "Herm, I feel the same way. Would you be my girlfriend?" Hermione nodded and managed to say, "yes" before she found her lips on his again. This time the kiss was more intense and passionate. Hermione felt her lower lip being sucked on, Harry begging for entrance, and she opened her mouth, only to be invaded forcefully by Harry's tongue. Hermione moaned into the kiss and her tongue molded with his. Harry's mouth left hers only to trail along her neck to her pulse point, sucking and nibbling on the way. Hermione wondered how he had gotten so good at this. Harry's hands dropped from her face, went down along her sides, then when he found the end of her shirt, his hands went inside and traveled back up her back. Harry wanted Hermione so badly he almost couldn't stand it. His hands then found their place on Hermione's breasts, which were covered by the material of her bra. Harry started toward the back to unhook her bra when Hermione pulled away from him.
"Harry, please, not too fast." Hermione took his hands out from under her shirt and held them, "Let's take it a little more slowly."
Harry smiled and replied, "Alright Hermione, I wouldn't ever make you do something you didn't want to do." Harry leaned in and once more lightly kissed her now plump and ruby red from being sucked on, lips, then left to his dormitory.
The next morning Harry was late getting down to breakfast, which wasn't so bad since it was Christmas break. When he got down to the great hall he walked up behind Hermione, leaned over and kissed her cheek, then sat next to her. Ron looked at them oddly.
"Is there something you need to tell me?"
"Oh yes, sorry bout that mate. Hermione and I am a couple now." Harry said without much thought as he put jam on a piece of toast.
"Since when?" asked Ron who was still shocked.
"Since last night. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go to the library." Hermione said, then she left.
The trio was on their way to Dumbledore's office when they got a nasty surprise. Malfoy and his goons walked right in front of them.
"Malfoy, I thought I made myself perfectly clear when I had you pinned up against the wall." Harry said, not in the mood to put up with him.
"Potty, when will you ever learn? I always get my revenge. That's what I am doing right now."
"So much tougher when you have your bodyguards here to back you up, eh?" Ron asked. Ron was now only about an inch shorter than Crabbe and Goyle, and Harry was about the same size as them. Crabbe and Goyle were still huge and ugly. Malfoy then turned to Hermione.
"You are actually pretty good looking. If you weren't a MUDBLOOD I would make sure you were mine." Right then Malfoy got two punches and a kick in the . . . ahem, you get the idea. Then they all returned to making their ay to Dumbledore's office.
When they got there the Gargoyle jumped away without them even saying a password.
"That was strange." Hermione said. They made their way to Dumbledore's office and waited outside the door.
"Come in children." Dumbledore said, "What brings you here now?"
"Professor, yesterday we somehow stumbled upon the fact that we can well, sort of read each others' minds. But it is odd since Ron can read both of our minds, but Harry can't read mind, and I can't read his, well I could at first , but not anymore." Hermione rambled.
"I see. Well, considering tonight is the ball I will think about it and talk to you later. Now, go and have fun." All three chorused, "thank you professor." They then walked to Gryffindor in silence.
In the common room Ron went to his dorm, and Hermione was about to go to hers when Harry called her.
"Herm," Harry said walking towards her, "do you think you would want to go to the ball with me tonight? Seeing as I don't have a date and neither do you. It could be fun you know."
"Of course I'll go with you. Now, I'll be off." Hermione said quite calmly. She slowly walked up to her dormitories, entered her room, closed the door and . . .
"I'M GOING TO THE BALL WITH HARRY POTTER!" She squealed. Luckily no one was around to hear her. She then went to get ready.
*~*3 hours later*~*
"Hermione, are you almost done?! I need the mirror too!" lavender yelled through the bathroom door. Everyone was running around making last minute touches before they left.
"Yeah, hold on . . . there! Done!" Hermione walked out of the bathroom and everyone stared at her in awe.
Hermione's hair was tied elegantly up in a loose bun near the top of her head with a few strands dangling freely and in the front was a strand on each side that had been curled so it nicely wrapped around her face. At the start of her eyelid her eye shadow was midnight blue, and then mixed with a powder blue towards the top do it nicely blended together. Her eyes were lined with a midnight blue liner that made her eyes look smoky and stand out. She had light blush on to accent her nice cheek bones, and she had shiny lip gloss on. Then her dress, oh her dress! It was just the color of her eye shadow, midnight blue. The straps on her shoulders were about two inches wide and went into a V-neck, though not very low. Then, the straps connected in the back by a clip. The dress was long and flowing with a slit that went about an inch above her knee. The dress, when hit a certain way with the light shimmered. It beautifully showed of her curves. In short, Hermione looked gorgeous.
"So," Parvati asked, "who's the lucky man?"
"Er, Harry."
"You're going with Harry?! How lucky!"
"I know. Well, let's get going." The girls finally left to meet their dates.
Meanwhile, down in the common room all the boys from Gryffindor were waiting on their dates. Every so often at least one of them would glance at their watch. It was getting close to the beginning of the ball.
"So, Harry, who gets the honor of accompanying you to the ball?" Ron asked.
"I asked Hermione before, and she said yes. Who are you going with?"
"Ah, you'll just have to wait and see." Just then the girls came downstairs. The boys' jaws hit the floor. They were literally stunned.
"Well, Harry, let's get a move on." "Yeah, okay. You look extremely beautiful by the way." "Why thank you Harry. You look quite handsome yourself." Harry was wearing black pants, a light green shirt that brought out his eyes, and a black coat, not a suit coat though. Hermione could tell that he had tried to flatten his hair, but with no avail. By that time they were at the entrance to the ball.
They entered the great hall and found seats by Ron.
"So, Ron, where's your mystery girl?" Harry asked.
"She will be here any minute now. Ah, there she is." Harry and Hermione turned to look in the direction Ron was facing. Coming towards them was . . .
"Cho! You came with Ron?" Hermione asked disbelievingly.
"Yes, he asked me last week."
"Oh, well, that's nice. Hermione, would you like something to drink?" Harry asked.
"Sure."
"Alright, Ron, lets go get some punch." "Alright." The boys made their way to the tables lined against the wall.
"So, Ron, are you and Cho going out?"
"No, I just asked her to the ball. Harry, you're not jealous are you?"
"No! I am over Cho."
"Oh, yes, that's right. You fancy Hermione now right?"
"No, I mean maybe, I don't know." Harry looked down into his cup.
"C'mon mate, come clean with me. I see how you look at her, your eyes fill with joy every time she talks to you. Actually, I believe she fancies you too. She looks at you the same way you look at her. It is kind of scary how much you two can love each other without knowing it."
"Who ever said anything about love? How do you know all this?" Harry questioned.
"You forget I can read your minds."
"Fine! I give up, I do fancy her. But don't say anything to Hermione about it, I still don't know for sure she feels the same way." With that they went back to the girls. Harry and Hermione danced the night away. They were both excellent dancers and many people just sat and watched them. Finally, after the feast and many more dances, the ball was over. The couples made their way to their dormitories and separated.
In bed, Harry couldn't fall asleep. He kept turning and tossing, wondering about his feelings for Hermione. When he was sure that he wasn't going to get any sleep he decided to go down to the common room to think, which was hard with Ron snoring and Dean talking in his sleep. He made his way to the common room and saw Hermione sitting on the couch reading.
"We have to stop meeting like this." Harry said while walking into the room.
"Oh, hello Harry. Couldn't sleep?"
"No, you?"
"Not really, I was just reading." Harry went over and sat next to Hermione.
"Have fun at the ball tonight?" Harry inquired.
"Yes, my feet are tired from dancing so much." Hermione answered.
"I know what you mean. Would you like a foot massage?" He didn't even wait for an answer. He turned to he was sitting Indian-style facing her, took her legs and pulled her around so her feet were in his lap and started massaging one.
"Thank you very much Harry, but you don't have to if you don't want to."
"No, it's ok, I don't mind." Harry looked down. After a few minutes in silence Hermione started to talk.
"You know Harry, I've been thinking, a lot. And well, I don't know if you feel the same way, but, I'm pretty sure I have fallen head over heels for you." With that Hermione took a pillow and covered her face with it, embarrassed that she just told him that she liked him. When Harry didn't reply she slowly looked up. She couldn't help but giggle when the sight of him smiling foolishly with her foot in his hands greeted her. The next thing she knew Harry had dropped her foot back onto the couch, leaned over and lightly kissed her lips.
With her face in his hands Harry said, "Herm, I feel the same way. Would you be my girlfriend?" Hermione nodded and managed to say, "yes" before she found her lips on his again. This time the kiss was more intense and passionate. Hermione felt her lower lip being sucked on, Harry begging for entrance, and she opened her mouth, only to be invaded forcefully by Harry's tongue. Hermione moaned into the kiss and her tongue molded with his. Harry's mouth left hers only to trail along her neck to her pulse point, sucking and nibbling on the way. Hermione wondered how he had gotten so good at this. Harry's hands dropped from her face, went down along her sides, then when he found the end of her shirt, his hands went inside and traveled back up her back. Harry wanted Hermione so badly he almost couldn't stand it. His hands then found their place on Hermione's breasts, which were covered by the material of her bra. Harry started toward the back to unhook her bra when Hermione pulled away from him.
"Harry, please, not too fast." Hermione took his hands out from under her shirt and held them, "Let's take it a little more slowly."
Harry smiled and replied, "Alright Hermione, I wouldn't ever make you do something you didn't want to do." Harry leaned in and once more lightly kissed her now plump and ruby red from being sucked on, lips, then left to his dormitory.
The next morning Harry was late getting down to breakfast, which wasn't so bad since it was Christmas break. When he got down to the great hall he walked up behind Hermione, leaned over and kissed her cheek, then sat next to her. Ron looked at them oddly.
"Is there something you need to tell me?"
"Oh yes, sorry bout that mate. Hermione and I am a couple now." Harry said without much thought as he put jam on a piece of toast.
"Since when?" asked Ron who was still shocked.
"Since last night. Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go to the library." Hermione said, then she left.
