A/N: I need more reviews before I continue.... No heart left to continue, I dun even think people like it.... My uncle gets married this weekend, October 2, my friend from Italy gets married October 1. That's all I have to say other than life sucks

"Vikky, will you go- No, Viktoria, I was wondering- UH! This is so frustrating. Why couldn't she just read my mind and KNOW that I-"

"Know what, Harry?" a confused voice asked from behind him.

"Vikky!" Harry choked out. "Know that I uh, that I um, plan on holding an extra practice tomorrow! Yeah, that's it," he stammered, his own face falling as he saw her face fall with disappointment. "Were you expecting something else?" he asked nervously.

"Huh? No, I can spread the word if you want," she said, feeling as if her insides were being ripped apart as she looked at him sadly. She shook her head slightly to get a few strands of hair out of her face.

They stood there for a few moments, just looking at each other before Vikky finally said, "Well, if there's nothing else..."

"Actually Vikky, I was wondering if uh..." he stopped short as he saw Ron and Hermione enter the common room, joking and laughing and... holding hands? Harry's jaw dropped, and Vikky gave him a look of puzzlement, but as soon as he pointed to what he was seeing and she turned, her jaw dropped as well.

"Are they... what I think they're.... are they holding hands?" she asked Harry in a loud whisper, and all he could do was nod mutely.

"Well, apparently Hermione found HER date for the ball," Vikky huffed, and before Harry knew what was happening, she was suddenly gone. Harry stood rooted to the spot, staring first at Ron and Hermione now sitting on a couch, joking and laughing about something, and at the spot where Vikky had stood moments before. He shook his head in confusion before he retired to a corner table to work on his homework. This was his one free night a week, and he planned to use it wisely.

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Three hours later, Harry's shout of surprise rang through the entire common room, and everyone's gaze was drawn to his corner for one second to see Vikky standing near Harry, looking shocked at his reaction. Their eyes returned to their own homework though, and Harry looked up at Vikky, his green orbs connecting with her blue ones. She had the look of a scared puppy who had just been reprimanded, and she was slowly backing away from his desk.

"Vikky. Wow, sorry, you scared me. I must have been concentrating too hard, I didn't hear you approach, and your hand on my shoulder just plain scared me," he said quickly flushing in embarrassment.

Vikky nodded slowly, a scared look still on her face. "I promise Vikky. I'm not like, scared of you or anything. You just gave me a fright." In truth, his heart was still beating. His first thought had been he was being attacked by Death Eaters, even though he hadn't even thought of how they could have gotten into the Gryffindor common room at 9 at night.

"I was just wondering if you needed help with your homework," she said in a small, scared sounding voice.

Harry was about to say 'No, I just finished,' but then he remembered he still had to ask her to the dance if he wanted to avoid getting hexed. "Well, the last question of the potions question confused me. I answered it, but I think I did it wrong."

Vikky squatted next to him, looking at his answer, and soon was lost in the world of his homework.

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"Wow, I can't believe it's already 11," Vikky said as she stood up from the chair she had finally grabbed. She stretched out, yawning, surprised to find no one in the common room any longer.

"Thanks for all the help Vikky." Harry grinned as he stacked his books and parchment. "I can't believe I did almost all of my homework wrong. I think you just saved my year from destruction." His looks were of gratitude and thanks, and they were causing Vikky to turn close to the color of a ripe, if not overly ripe, tomato.

They moved to the couch, Harry's things stuffed into his book bag and set near the arm of the couch. They sat next to each other, and both sighed as if in relief. "All done now," they said together, and they started to blush again.

"Ron and I always got mad at you and Hermione for doing that, but I guess it just sorta happens," Harry admitted, and Vikky nodded. They fell into comfortable conversation for another half hour before Harry chanced to look at his watch. Oh no! Only a half hour to ask her. He tried to direct the conversation to the ball, but his tactics didn't seem to be working, so suddenly he just blurted, "You're going to the ball, right?"

Vikky nodded, a confused look on her face. Harry smiled slightly, but the fact he kept taking huge breaths and his face was sweating profusely gave away nervousness.

"Harry, where the hell are ya!" a voice cried from the top of the boys dormitory, and Harry's confidence seemed to crush, his courage floating out the window on the breeze that was coming through it.

Suddenly though, the wind changed direction, coming back and hitting him in the face, and he shouted, "Just wait a moment Ron!" before he turned back to Vikky.

"Vikky, I asked about the ball because I was wondering if you would go with me," he said boldly, and when he saw tears form in her eyes, he got a scared look.

"I'm not crying because it's bad Harry!" she said quickly, laughing slightly. "It's because I'm happy, I promise you," she said quietly, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

"Aw, how cute. Now get to bed, Harry!" Ron called from the staircases, and Harry blushed.

"Night Vikky," he murmured softly, giving her a peck on the cheek, which made her blush.

They both retired to their rooms, Harry with his school bag on his shoulder, and Vikky found Hermione still awake, and she soon spilled all the details about the night.

"... and he kissed me on the cheek!" she squealed happily, which Hermione laughed at.

"First kiss, hey?" she asked, which made Vikky blush.

"Yeah," she admitted. "But don't tell him," she said quickly, which Hermione just 'Mm-hmmed' to.

They talked into the wee hours of the morning about many different things before they fell asleep.

A/N: Yes, I know it sucks, but I pumped this baby out in one day, or actually, about 30 minutes. No one else seems to care about this story, why should I? (Hint: This is hinting you should review)