Harry thought he had asked Hermione to the ball as friends. He thought that she said yes as a friend. He had thought that he might finally enjoy something that he had to do as a champion. Now he wasn't so sure. He first started to have doubts when he saw Hermione walk down the stairs into the common room. As they walked into the ball together, arm in arm, he could feel something between them. The rightness of the way their arms felt in each other, the way they walked in perfect sync with each other, and feeling of warmth that Harry felt merely being in her presence.
Now as they danced across the floor, Harry felt worried. As the night had progressed Harry had realized that he was in love with Hermione. He had no idea how this could affect their relationship, especially as close as they got preparing for the first task, he didn't think he could hide it for long. They were sitting at a table drinking punch, both sealing glances at each other. Not sure what else to do, Harry leaned over and grabbed Hermione's hand, inviting her to dance again. It was a very slow dance this time, they danced with Harry's hands on her waist. Both looking into each other's eyes, not needing to speak, simply enjoying the other's presence.
When the dance ended, they headed out to look at the garden that had been set up. As they walked Hermione leaned her head on Harry's shoulder. When they found a bench, they sat down and simply talked, not about anything important, just enjoying the company. As the night grew even later, they fell to silence, Hermione's head resting on Harry. As he looked down at her he saw she had fallen asleep. As he stared at her beautiful features, he found himself leaning down towards her. Knowing that this was a terrible idea, he barely touched his lips to hers. As he pulled away her lips followed his meeting in a more passionate more heartfelt kiss. When they finally broke apart, they stared into each other's eyes, just admiring they beauty they saw there.