You and Harry walked back to Hogwarts not looking at each other. After taking showers and all you and Hermione went off to dinner. "So, found somebody you are going to the ball with yet?" You asked. Hermione shook her head. "No. Have you or something? Are you even going?" You nodded. "With who?" "uhh," you began. Suddenly Malfoy approached you two.
He put his arm around you and hugged you to him. You held your nose. "Hey honey why don't you ditch this mudblood and come to the dance with me?" He said. You looked up at him sweetly. "Well," you said cutely. He smiled at you. You then bent your arm and elbowed him in the stomach. "Well, how about no." You replied, and walking away said, "and incase you haven't forgotten, I am a 'mudblood' as well."
Hermione shook her head. "He really is insane. Anyway, who are you going with?" Your rolled your eyes shyly. "Guess." "hmm...Ron?" you shook your head. "Harry?" You nodded. Hermione covered her mouth. "Your going with Harry?" "yeah." "Well congradulations!" You smiled wider. "He asked me on the way back from Quidditch."
Hermione and you walked into the large room with people sitting around 4 long tables. You guys found Ron and Harry and sat down. "Hi Harry." You said. "Hey." Harry replied. "'Ello Sarah how was Quidditch today?" Ron said. "It was great! Thanks!" You replied. "Really good..." Harry said. "The happiest moment of my life." You started blushing. "What do you mean by that mate?" Ron said. You looked into you lap smiling. Hermione looked at you two. "Ron doesn't know yet?" she asked.
"Know what? Why am I always kept out of everything?" Ron said. "Harry and Sarah are going to the Yule Ball together!" Hermione said quietly. Ron looked at you, than at Harry. "You two? Two-gether!" he said loudly. "What's wrong?" You asked. Ron seemed to grow angry. "Nothing's wrong." He said, getting up and walking off quickly and moodily. "What's up with Ron?" You asked both Hermione and Harry. Hermione smiled. "Well if you ask me I think he's jealous."
"oh, brother." you and Harry sighed at the same time. You looked at Harry who looked at you. And smiled.
You finished your sketch of a dragon at midnight. You smiled and put your notebook down. You look at the fire and realise how cold you are. You move to it, and put your hands out feeling the warmth. You hear a door shut behind you. "Hi," It was Harry. You smiled happily. "Hello!" you replied. "What are you doing up so late again?" you turned around, now feeling the warmth on your back. "I always stay up late," you said. "but who cares, I finished my drawing!" you said. Harry saw it on the couch. He picked it up, and then walked to you. He sat with you and you both looked at it. "Personally, I like it," you said. Harry continued looking at it. "I love it. We should show it to Hagrid tomorrow. You know how much he loves dragons and all." you smiled. "You think so? Think he would like it?" Harry set it in your lap. "I think he might just like it as much as I do." You sighed. You got butterflies in your stomach with him sitting so close.
"You okay?" Harry asked. "Yeah," you lied. You wanted to say you weren't and tell him how much you liked him. "I'm just cold." Harry put his arm around you. "How's that?" he replied. You wrapped your arms around him. "perfect." you sighed. You looked up at him. He was staring into your eyes. You were staring into his. You closed your eyes and leaned your head up, and kissed him on the cheek. You came back down and stared up at him for a few seconds, before resting your head against his chest. You closed your eyes and took in the scent of his collogne. He was so warm,...so warm...
You woke up on the common room couch, snuggled up, a blanket covering you. You looked over at the clock. 2:30 A.M. You breathed deeply, recognizing the smell. Harry's collogne. He had given you his blanket. It made you feel bad. He was probably cold. Anyway, you got up, carrying the blanket, and quietly walked to your bed. You snuggled into it, Harry's blanket, on your bed. Thinking off him gave you butterflies. You loved him. He wasn't a crush. You loved him. Would he ever become more than a ball date? "Harry," you whispered and sighed. You fell asleep.