Dinner

Harry tapped his foot on the floor as he waited for Hermione to come out of the Prefects bathroom. He was surprised to feel how much he missed her, yet she was so close. If everything went well, he wouldn't have to miss her so much over the summer, though he doubted it. She emerged from the bathroom looking flustered.

"What took you so long," Harry asked trying not to sound edgy.

"I talked to Moaning Myrtle. She's a bit disappointed that we don't visit her as often as we used to," Hermione replied. "I'm starting to think she's missing you Harry."

Harry blushed as he shoved his hands in his pocket.

"I was just teasing," Hermione laughed. "What now?"

"You're eager to get going, aren't you?" Harry replied.

"Of course."

Hermione bit her lip to keep herself from gasping. He'd taken her hand again, sending goose bumps all over her arm. She shivered lightly as she followed Harry down to the kitchen. Harry took out his wand.

"Accio Quill!" he said and a quill appeared floating in front of him. He walked up to the pear and tickled it. The door swung open and they looked on as House elves walked past them, carryings trays of food. Dobby walked past them briskly, carrying a tray of fruits. Harry reached down and took an apple.

"You get your filthy—Harry Potter sir!" Dobby gasped. "How happy Dobby is to see you."

Harry returned the apple. He never knew Dobby had an attitude.

"Hi Dobby," Hermione piped up. He bowed down before them.

"What can Dobby do for Mr. Potter and his girlfriend?"

Both students blushed at the statement. Dobby looked at them, confused. Harry cleared his throat.

"Well we were just wondering if we could grab something to eat," Harry replied.

"Of course sir Harry Potter sir!" Dobby nodded. He snapped his fingers and a group of elves formed a single line. "We is going to make dinner for Mr. Harry Potter and his girlfriend!"

Harry watched in amazement as Dobby gave each elf a job. Harry held up a hand.

"Dobby, it's okay, we just—"

"No, Dobby insists you have dinner here so we can serve you!"

"But—"

Dobby ignored him. Soon Harry and Hermione were sitting across each other at a table in the corner of the kitchen. They only had candlelight. Harry looked at Hermione's illuminated face. They ate dinner in silence.

This is so romantic, Hermione thought. Although, it would be nice to have him hold my hand.

It's too quiet, Harry told himself. It's too quiet. Do something Harry! Reach out and hold her hand. Do something!

Harry took a deep breath as he reached out to touch her hand, but accidentally knocked over her glass of water, spilling water all over her lap.

"Shoot," Harry muttered and jumped up, bumping the table. It tilted and Hormone's plate fell onto her lap. Harry froze. Ah, you're such a klutz! He yelled at himself.

"Hermione—"

She held up her hand, stopping him. Harry quickly shut his mouth. He sat back down, feeling like a complete fool. This was turning into a complete disaster! She'd never like him now. He looked up at her with his eyes. He hoped she wasn't mad.

Well, at least he tried for a romantic gesture, Hermione smiled secretly as she wiped herself clean. She glanced at Harry. He looked so worried. I wonder what this night is leading to?

She finished cleaning herself and got Harry's attention. He slowly looked up.

"I'm really sorry Hermione, I didn't—"

"It's alright. So, Mr. Potter, what now?"

Harry sighed. Why bother? He was sure it was bound to be another disaster anyway. He'd just make a bigger fool of himself.

"Harry?"

Harry looked at her. He could try again. There was no harm in that right?

"Come on," he smiled. "Follow me."

Hermione felt a bit disappointed when he didn't take her hand, but followed just the same.