A/N: Here's the last part of this two-shot! Happy late St. Patty's day and I hope you enjoy! (In case you were wondering, Henry and Grace are 13 here :)) Shout out to ooncer, my awesome beta and co-author for this little story!

Disclaimer: Once Upon A Time and all character's and familiar dialogue from the show belong to Disney/ABC and the show's brilliant creators and writers. No profit is being made from this just having fun with my favorite show.

2

St. Patrick's Date

The fear he had felt when faced with a deadly apple turnover, that was nothing compared to the way his stomach somersaulted now. His grandfather had said he couldn't fail as long as he had the coin. Henry reached inside his pockets and took it out, flipping it over nervously. He took deep breaths as he counted one, two, three, four before returning the coin to the safety of his pocket. He trusted Rumple more than most of the adults; after everything Gold had done to save him, how could he not? But even with the coin, the mansion that was 316 Cottontail Trail made him quake in his sneakers. What was he doing? How did he even know Grace would be home?

Because, murmured the little voice in the back of his mind, it's five o'clock and ever since the curse broke, this is when Grace and her father eat dinner. Of course they're home.

Henry cautiously mounted the large stone steps that led to the Hatter's porch. Having lived with Regna for the better part of eleven years, it wasn't the enormity of the house that surprised him, but the bleakness. He knew from hs book that Jefferson had lived alone here for the curse, going even madder than he already was because for some reason, his curse had been different. It wasn't to forget, but to remember. For twenty eight years he was fated to know of his daughter and her real identity, but never able to interact with her, for fear she might mistake him as a madman. Since Grace had come home, she assured Henry her father was back to normal. Nonetheless, the odd milliner still had a tendency to make Henry uneasy.

Gathering his courage, the boy reached up and grasped the brass top hat shaped knocker, giving it three sharp taps before stepping back. He could hear footsteps approaching the door and was relieved to find that they belonged to Grace, who opened it, and upon seeing who it was, looked at her friend quizzically.

"Henry? What are you doing here?" she asked, not unkindly.

It seemed as though the coin would not live up to its promise when all he could offer were a few stuttered syllables and a reddening face. What was it Belle had said? Keep it casual, ask her as a friend. His hand snaked back into his pocket and grasped the coin. The sharp metal bit into his palm, but Henry didn't care. As long as it could give him the bravery he so desperately needed, he'd gladly leave her house with an imprint of the Celtic Cross. In fact, he took it as a small personal victory that Grace had not slammed the door in his face. He smiled sheepishly and tried again.

"Sorry, I'll start over," he apologized. "There's this party tonight, for St Patrick's Day, at my grandpa's place. I just wondered whether you wanted to… Well whether we could, maybe, go? You know, as friends?" Henry sighed with relief that the invite was out of the way; whatever her answer, he had done what he came here to do. He watched her face carefully, trying to gauge her reaction. Why did she seem...disappointed? Did she not want to go with him? Before he had a chance to contemplate farther, the look disappeared. As quickly as it had come it vanished, to be replaced by a grateful smile.

"I would love to go with you," she said softly before adding, "as friends."

For every ounce of trepidation he had felt minutes before, Henry now felt twice as much elation. He almost took his success and ran away with it.

Until Grace giggled quietly and he remembered she was still standing in the doorway.

"Great! The party starts at seven thirty so I guess we'll come by and pick you up around then?"

"Yeah that sounds-" but her father's voice cut her off.

"Grace, who's at the door? If it's Mr. Gold, our rent isn't due for a week, and he won't get it any sooner," Jefferson called from inside.

"No Papa, its Henry!" Grace responded, her cheeks pinkening at the interruption. "He wants to know if I want to go to the St Patrick's Day party tonight with him and his grandparents," her eyes widened in silent communication with Henry, who nodded in agreement. He knew Jefferson was a loving father, but he was also fiercely protective of his daughter and mentioning that there would be chaperones might sway him into giving permission.

"Alright," came the voice once again, "as long as you're back by nine."

Two sets of eyes sparkled at one another across the porch and Henry realized that part one of his mission was complete.

"So… I guess I'll see you later then," Grace smiled and Henry muttered something about looking forward to it before turning on his heel and practically skipped all the way home.

Henry fidgeted with his light green pinstripe button up as he, Charming and Snow drove to Grace's house and pulled up outside. Snow could tell he was nervous and made an attempt to calm him.

"Hey, you've already done the hard part," she assured him, turning in her seat to look at him. "And you look so handsome, she won't be able to resist you."

"Nothing to lose, kiddo," Charming added with a wink.

Ignoring the overwhelming desire to run, Henry pulled the handle, stepped out of the truck and made his way across the lawn. Grace must have been looking out the window because he hadn't even reached the porch when she nervously opened the door half way and peered out. She looked as nervous as Henry felt, but one look at the grin on his face made her visibly relax.

Grace was gorgeous. She wore a kneelength lime green dress with cream colored shoes and a headband clustered with four leaf clovers. Her golden curls swung freely in the light spring breeze. For a minute Henry's brain stopped completely as he stared at the beauty before him. When he finally regained control over his body he could still barely manage to string together a sentence. "Grace...I uh, er, you look really pretty," he fumbled through the compliment. Grace giggled and blushed appreciatively.

"Thanks Henry, you look handsome too."

He blushed and they stood silently for an awkward beat, both wondering now what? Suddenly, Henry remembered the small box it his pocket. He pulled it out and offered Grace the shamrock corsage, "To go with your dress," he muttered shyly.

Grace admired it and slipped it on her wrist, "It's lovely Henry, thanks." He smiled and stuck out his arm, and Grace let him lead her to the car. The car ride was less awkward but only because Charming insisted on regaling them with the entire life story of St Patrick, to which Henry and Grace exchanged a series of exasperated looks. Luckily, the journey was short and by the time Charming got to the second name-change in the story, they had arrived. Henry rushed around to the other side of the car and opened Grace's door, helping her out by offering her the crook of his arm once again.

Grace and Henry led the way, while Snow and David followed, giving each other sneaky smiles and knowing glances over the children's heads. Henry and Grace walked close to each other,but not too close. As they neared the door, Grace's hand drifted closer to Henry's, brushing ever so slightly on his pant leg. The boy noticed immediately. He swallowed and glanced, slightly frantically, between his friend's outstretched hand and his grandfather.

Am I interpreting this right? he silently asked David. Is she inviting me to hold her hand?

Charming nodded subtlely and Henry caught the glint of pride in his grandmother's gaze. She was smiling encouragingly.

The boy gulped and looked back at David, who smiled and winked as if to say Go for it kiddo.

Gradually, as they walked, Henry's hand inched closer to hers. Just before they reached the porch, Henry took the leap and slipped his fingers into Grace's waiting palm. His friend didn't say anything, but out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her grin. Henry glanced back at his grandparents and beamed.

Belle answered the door in a floor-length, jade satin gown and a thin sliver shawl. As soon as she saw the youngsters, her eyes were drawn to their intertwined hands and she gave Henry a knowing smile. When the couple stepped inside, they were greeted by a sea of green. The entirety of Storybrooke seemed to be clustered inside the victorian. In one corner sat all seven of the dwarves, who were drinking tankards of beer and singing 'Oh Danny Boy' in loud, obnoxious slurs. In another, Ruby had swapped her red hood for one of emerald green and was openly flirting with Doctor Whale, who seemed to be falling hook, line and sinker. Henry wondered whether the whole town was using enchanted coins tonight!

The foursome made their way through to the back to get some punch which was also a rich shade of green and, as Rumple assured the worried chaperones, alcohol free. Henry stood awkwardly, swirling the liquid around in his glass as his mind went into overdrive. Should they sit down or stay standing? Would Grace like to be nearer the music? Were his grandparents going to stand by his side for the whole evening?

Thankfully Grace took the lead and asked if he wanted to get some food. "Uh, sure," Henry replied, giving a pointed look towards David who understood it to mean that they wanted some time alone. It came as no surprise that the theme continued to the buffet which featured steaming hot vats of mutton stew and colcannon alongside baskets of wheat bread and a beautifully decorated cake in the shape of a four leaf clover. Not the most adventurous of eaters, Henry tried a small amount of each and found them to be rather bland but Grace seemed to be enjoying it. They found an empty table and perched on the chairs as they chased pieces of carrot around their plates and avoided eye contact.

"You don't look like you're having fun," Grace observed. Clearly she had mistaken Henry's anxious expression for a bored one.

"Oh, no, I am," he tried to assure her, but she was not fooled. He would have to try a different tactic. But what? He didn't want his grandparents hovering, but suddenly, he wished they were. Maybe then things would be less awkward. This dating thing was hard! Henry looked around, trying come up with another idea. Finally he muttered, "Grace, um, I'll be right back, I have to um…"

Henry didn't finish the thought before beginning to weave his way through the crowd. He hated leaving Grace alone, but that coin wasn't helping, he needed advice. Finally, he spotted his grandparents chatting with Belle and Rumple. Henry squeezed through the crowd and made his way over. "Guys?" he asked nervously.

"Henry?" Snow glanced down at him, confused, "What's wrong? Aren't you and Grace having fun?"

The sighed, "No, and I don't know what to do! What if she thinks I'm boring? She'll never want to go out with me!"

Snow bit her lip to keep from laughing at her melodramatic grandson, "Henry, I'm sure she doesn't think you're boring! Why don't you ask her to dance?"

The boy bit his lip, that was the one thing he'd been trying to avoid, "I would it's just…. I don't really know how to dance like them," he confessed, gesturing to the waltzing couples on the floor, "What if I mess up?" Charming placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "You'll do fine bud. Snow and I will come with you. Right Snow?"

His grandmother nodded readily, "Absolutely Henry."
Henry smiled, relieved, and together, the three of them made their way back to Grace. "Sorry about that," he apologised, and Grace gave him a forgiving smile.

Charming figured he should take the lead and help his grandson out. "Snow and I were just going to dance," he began, "would you two like to join us?" Grace's face lit up and Henry felt a little irritated that he hadn't asked her himself. He held out his hand as a wordless invitation and the hatter's daughter accepted it immediately. As the linked pair snaked their way back to the dancing couples, Henry's spare hand held on tightly to the coin in his pocket. It didn't matter that he had two left feet, or that the only dancing he had ever really done was with Emma as they bopped embarrassingly to the radio.

Grace, it seemed, had enough knowledge for the pair of them because she slipped her hand into his with ease and guided his arm up into the correct position. She then used her spare hand to pull Henry's second hand to her waist and lay hers on his shoulder. Henry's cheeks blushed as he realised how clammy his hands were. Slowly they swayed from side to side and within a few minutes, Henry realised that dancing wasn't so hard. Perhaps it was the prince in him.

"So," began Grace in a voice barely above a whisper, "do friends usually dance like this?"

"Uh, I guess not," Henry replied and his whole body tensed as he prepared for the moment he had planned in his head a dozen times.

"Oh, maybe we shouldn't then," she smiled wryly.

"What do you mean?" he asked, this wasn't what he expected her to say.

"Well, when you asked me to come tonight, you said it would be as friends."

"I didn't… I only…" Henry sighed, disappointed that she remembered his stumbled invitation word for word. "Honestly, I only asked you as friends because… well, I, I was afraid you wouldn't want to come if I asked you to be my, you know, my date." His shoulders visibly relaxed with the relief of exposing the secret that had been worrying him for days.

Grace looked slightly stunned, then hurt, then she beamed and giggled, "Just so you know, for what it's worth I would still have said yes."

Henry grinned from ear to ear.

It could have been the joy of her revelation or the swell of the music that came from the ancient gramophone but before he realized what he was doing, Henry had tilted his head down and placed his lips on hers. They were soft and welcoming but as soon as Henry's brain caught up with his heart, he pulled away, worried that he'd overstepped. Grace looked startled but then her face softened into a sweet smile and she rose up onto her tiptoes gently placing her lips back on his. Henry's eyebrows raised in surprise but lowered as he allowed himself to sink into the kiss. He brought his hand up to just below Grace's jawline to hold strands of her golden waves aside. His heart felt as though it may burst and he could hear its racing beat pounding gleefully in his ears. The pair were blissfully unaware that the entire population of Storybrooke had frozen and were staring in their direction.

They broke away, still completely unaware that they were being watched. Neither said anything, but they were both grinning like fools. Henry reached inside his pocket and ran his hand over the smooth surface of the coin. Magical or not, he was one lucky prince tonight.

The End

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