As Harry and Hermione went shopping for the Senior Ball in Hogsmeade, Harry realized how much shopping with a girl sucks. Harry walked around with bags galore, staggering as Hermione jumped from store to store, asking Harry what looked good, as if Harry was the king of fashion. Harry, as well as others, knew that Harry wasn't the most fashionable kid growing up, so Harry found the perfect solution. He told Hermione that everything she put on was good. Hermione smiled. Maybe she knew he was just saying it. Or maybe she thought he was sweet. As they walked passed another store, Harry stopped to catch his breath. Hermione looked at him.
"Is everything okay, Harry," she said, concerned.
"Oh I'm fine, just need to catch my breath," he said, smiling.
After shopping through Hogsmeade, the two of them were walking to the castle, Harry saw Neville walking with Ginny in the distance, and Harry saw that they both had their Herbology textbooks in their hands. Hermione and Harry looked at each other for a second, and their hands interlocked, as they stomped throught the fresh coat of snow, into the castle. Inside the castle, Harry saw Professor McGonnagall in the distance. Harry ran over to see her. "Professor, I was admitted to a college on a full scholarship!" he said, looking at the professor. She smiled. "Yes, Mr. Potter, and I am very proud of you. Harry beamed. He turned around to see Hermione giggling. "What?" he said, as he ran up to her and began tickling her all over. "I'm proud of you," she said, and gave him a soft kiss, as they went back into the common room, to start studying for their early Defense Against the Dark Arts Final Examination.
At Hogwarts, all seventh years were to take their exams three weeks early, so that the last few weeks would be a, "treat" if you had any way of putting it. They were treated to the Senior Ball, as well as other leisurely activities that were there to have the students live their last few weeks at Hogwarts in peace, and enjoyment. Two days before the Senior Ball, Harry was eating breakfast with Ron when Neville came up to him.
"Harry, could I ask you a question," Neville asked. Harry turned around from his oatmeal. "Sure, Neville, whats up?" he said. Neville straightened up a bit. "Well, I was just wondering if you could only take seventh years to the Senior Ball," he explained. Ron jumped in, "Neville don't worry, I am a seventh year, just go ahead and ask me," he kidded. Harry coughed a quick laugh. "Oh no don't worry, thats not it," Neville continued. "Thanks Harry," he added, and bolted off to his Herbology class. Ron sat back down next to Harry, who continued to eat his oatmeal. "Geez, I'm sure Neville really wants to go with anyone below a seventh year," Ron said. Harry looked at him. "In his desparate situation, I wouldn't be surprised if he asked someone as desperate as Ginny out," he said. Ron smiled, but shot him a scary look. The two then met up with Hermione, and went to take their Defense Against the Dark Arts Final.
As they all took their seats, Hagrid walked in with his papers, most likely the finals themselves. "Well, lads, tis be the last time you will ever see me here," he said, to all the students. "Don't say that, Hagrid," Ron blurted out. "Yea, we will make sure to visit you," Dean Thomas said in the background. Hagrid chuckled. "Well, Firs' off, the name is Professor Hagrid, Ron, and second, you will not see me here at Hogwarts," he added. "I am getting a promotion," he finally said after a moment of silence. Harry looked down. "Really?" Hermione said, tears flowing down. "Ah no worries, 'Ermione," Hagrid said. I'm not going too far from the school that took me in," he added looking at Harry for a bit. Harry smiled. After another moment, Hagrid looked down. "Welp, time fer yer finals," he said, and turned his umbrella at them and lit them on fire. He looked up at the rest of the students, smiling. "Looks like there won't be any finals," he said. And the whole class went into applause. Even the Slytherins, who seemed to finally find a liking for a Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching. As Harry and Hermione left the room, Hermione hugged Harry and said, "I guess the legend is true, not one teacher can hold that position for a year."
Another night at the castle, and Harry was standing close to one of the windows, thinking hard to himself. This was going to be the last year that he would ever be a student at the Hogwarts Academy. But at the same time, he was also excited, for there was a new Academy, who was going to take him in on a full scholarship. What's more, the girl who holds his hand everyday is going to be coming along as well. Harry smiled. "I wish you could see me now, Dad," he said, and retired off to bed, for his final two exams were the following day.
After his final two exams, Harry and Hermione were walking hand by hand into the Great Hall, where they sat down for dinner. "Can you believe it, Harry, we are finally done with classes," she said. Harry smiled. "Yea, and whats more, the Senior Ball is tomorrow." he said. Hermione grinned. "I can't wait to dance with that blonde boy over there," Hermione said kiddingly, pointing at the blonde haired Hufflepuff who was sitting no too far away from Harry. "Yea, we will see if he wants a bludger in his face as well," he said. Hermione jumped on his lap. "I would never do that to my captain," she said biting his lip. After their dinner, all of the Gryffindors went up to the tower to celebrate. This had been the year for Gryffindor, and everyone believed that was enough to celebrate about. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, except for Neville, who was busy it seemed, studying more Herbology with Ginny. "Neville sure has been doing great this year, don't you think," Dean said. Harry laughed. "Yea, Dean, he's even kicking your butt in every class," Harry added. "WAS kicking my butt in every class," said Dean. "Hogwarts is over," he said. The two toasted with butterbeer. "Say, have you seen Luna around lately?" Dean said to Harry. "No, why is it you ask?" Harry said, grinning. Dean blushed. "No reason at all, the woman is crazy, and I don't want her stalking me," Dean said hurridly. "Yea, and my hippogriff can tapdance," Harry said. Dean punched him on the arm. "I'm out to mingle with the ladies, later man," Dean said. Fine Ron, Harry muttered to himself, laughing. Harry spotted Hermione off on the couch and he leaped onto her lap. "Hey stranger," Hermione said, kissing him. "Sorry, dealing with the guys, you know," Harry said. "I'm all ready for the dance, Harry, how about you?" Hermione said to him. "Yea, sure I am," Harry said convincingly. "Good cuz we are going to dance the night away," Hermione said, giving him a kiss on the forehead. "Of course, my dear," he said, and jumped up from her. "I'm gonna go hang out some more, okay?" he said. "Go get em', tiger," she said, and Harry jogged off to meet with Ron. "Ron!" Harry said, when he saw Ron with four or five third years. "Oi, and this is the real ladies man right here, Mr. Harry Potter," Ron exclaimed. Harry jumped into the ring of girls. "Yes, I'm famous, okay, Ron, a minute, please?" Harry said to Ron. Ron moved away from the girls, and looked at Harry, who seemed distraught. "I can't dance, Ron," Harry said, a little out of breath. Ron looked shocked. "How can you not know how to dance?" Ron asked calmly. "Well, besides the fact that I was living in a closet for half of my life, what do you think you prat?" Harry said. "Okay okay calm down Harry," Ron said. "I can teach you to dance," Ron said. "You are going to teach me how to dance," Harry said. "Of course, pal," Ron said. "Come tomorrow, you will be the dancing icon at this ball," he continued. Harry gave a big sigh of relief, and went back to Hermione, who seemed to be humming a tune to herself.
The next morning Harry woke up very early and met up with Ron in one of the vacant rooms in the castle. Ron had a musicbox ready and was grinning when he saw Harry walk into the room. "Hey there buddy, get ready to dance the night away with me," Ron said. Harry walked up to him. "Hey, lets just not make this too weird, okay?" Harry said. Ron chuckled. "Of course not, two men dancing to slow music is normal here," he said, turning on the musicbox. "Now dance with me, pretty thang," he said. Harry sighed. "Lets get this over with," he said. As minutes went by, all that came out of either of their mouths was ,"Ouch," and, "Sorry!" This went on for about another two hours before Harry began to finally get the hang of it. As one of the slower songs came on, Harry began to move very swiftly to the song. "See, your a born dancer man!" Ron said. "I am, huh?" Harry said, and he spun Ron around and tipped him over. Just as he looked up he saw Peeves standing in front of the doorway, staring at them both. "Peeves, if you say one word," Harry muttered. "Oh no worries, Potty," Peeves said. "This is so disturbing to even Peeves, that there is nothing funny to say at all," he added, and Peeves went through the wall. Ron and Harry stood back up. "Okay, Romeo," Ron said to Harry. "I think your ready to give Miss Granger the dance she will never forget."