CHAPTER TWO:

Saturday Night

Hermione walked down the Girl's dormitory staircase. She had somewhat tamed her hair so that it would lay flat. She wore a new dress robe; it was lilac with red patterns and designs. "You look…beautiful!" Harry exclaimed, mouth agape. Hermione stifled a laughed and they made their way to the Grand Hall.

Harry was glad he didn't have to start the dancing this time. The year of the TriWizard tournament was terrible for his self-esteem. Harry and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table next to Ron and Luna. Although they had received slight teasing about their sudden pairing, Harry made sure that he teased Ron more about him and Luna. Ron's ears luckily turned white again for the dance. Luna and him seemed like they were having a good time. You could tell they fancied each other.

Harry watched as Draco spun Pansy Parkinson around. He fought the urge to jinx Malfoy, and he could tell Ron was twitching at the same idea. The Spider-Legs curse would be very hard to dance with.

At the end of the evening, a slow song came on. Hermione dragged Harry onto the floor. Many other couples were there as well. He noticed Ron and Luna dancing nearer to the table. Remarkable, though he had never had any practice, Harry was an exceptional dancer. Hermione placed her head on his shoulder. They were in their own little world, dancing to the rhythm of the song. Hermione stared up into his eyes again. They flickered for a moment. Before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips to hers.

She shuddered at first, but soon relaxed into his grip. Now no one in this entire room mattered anymore. Not even Ron, who was watching them like a goldfish out of water.

Giggling, Luna pulled him down to her and kissed him.

When they broke apart, the song ended. Without a word, both couples left the hall. Ron and Luna parted so she could go back to the Ravenclaw common room. Harry and Hermione walked in silence, but their fingers were locked together. When they reached the Common Room, their hands had come undone.

"G'Night" Harry whispered as he walked up the Boys' stairs. " Good Night" she whispered back. Her voice lingered with Harry as he climbed into his bed.

Good Night

A/N: Yay! it's over (not saying that in a bad way) . Now a few words from the author!

A/N: Hello! This is my first fanfic that will be seen by others…umm… I came up with this little fluffy story a while ago, but typed it up recently. Like Dumbledore, I needed to empty my thoughts and memories so I could have room for others.

Please review! I love constructive criticism. No flames, though. If you write something like " YOUR STORY IS TERRIBLE. NEVER EVER WRITE AGAIN" then I won't take you seriously. If you tell me what I can improve on, then it will make everyone happier. Me because I'll write less crappy stories, and you because you'll read less crappy ones .'