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Harry woke up the next morning with a wide smile on his face, recalling the events of the previous day. It was the day after he had asked Hermione to the Yule Ball, and though the ball was still well over a week away, last night felt monumental. After asking her, they had spent the better part of the next hour in the Room of Requirement, watching his memories — in what turned out to be a perfect way to spend time together. Hermione insisted on watching the memories twice more, perhaps to process everything she'd seen, or maybe just to share the moment a little longer. Harry couldn't help but feel a warmth inside him as he remembered the way her eyes had softened every time she looked from the mirror back to him.
However, regretfully she ended up letting him know that she had promised to meet up with Padma during the day to work on a project, leaving Harry with his thoughts as they exited the Room of Requirement together. In the end she ended up spending the better part of the day in the library with her and Harry only saw her briefly before they headed off to bed. Today, however, promised to be an interesting day. Harry got up and stretched, savoring the lightness in his chest. He felt … different, but in a good way.
After quickly getting dressed and grabbing his things, Harry headed down to the common room. It was still early, so the Gryffindor common room was quiet and mostly empty. A few upper-year students were milling about, heading down to breakfast, and Harry greeted them with a nod as they passed. He found a seat near the fireplace, and sat down waiting for Ron and Hermione to come down.
He sat there, lost in thought, replaying the events of last night, until Ron eventually finally came stumbling down the stairs. Ron, oblivious as ever, didn't seem to notice the shift in Harry's mood, as he walked over to join his friend.
"Hey, when do you reckon we'll have time to go flying next?" Ron asked, half-heartedly stifling a yawn as he slumped into the armchair opposite Harry.
"Soon, hopefully," Harry responded with a smile, glad that Ron hadn't noticed the slightly distant look on his face. Just as Ron started to reply, Harry heard footsteps descending from the girls' staircase, which caused him to spin around to see who it was.
Lavender came into view, looking as bubbly and energetic as ever, her curly hair bouncing as she hurried down. She stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes landed on Harry. Her mouth fell open, and for a split second, she just stood there, staring at him. Then, with a high-pitched squeal of excitement, she exclaimed, "Oh Merlin, it's true!"
Ron and Harry exchanged confused looks.
"What's true?" Ron asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
Lavender pointed dramatically at Harry, her face lighting up. "Harry asked Hermione to the Yule Ball!" She exclaimed, as she hurried over to them.
Harry's stomach flipped, and his cheeks reddened. He shot a quick glance at Ron, who was staring back at him with raised eyebrows.
"Really?" Ron asked, his voice low with disbelief. "He didn't mention anything."
Harry didn't respond, suddenly feeling sheepish under Ron's scrutinizing gaze.
Lavender, however, was more than happy to fill in the details. "Honestly. Boys," she huffed, shaking her head with mock exasperation. "Hermione was working on something with Padma yesterday, and she let it slip. Apparently, she nearly died of embarrassment right after saying it, but Padma said she couldn't wipe the smile off her face for the rest of the afternoon." Lavender paused, grinning mischievously. "And then, Padma happened to mention it to Parvati when they bumped into each other after supper, and of course Parvati told me last night ... Hermione closed her curtains the second she got into the dorm and wouldn't answer any questions, but if there was any doubt, the look on Harry's face right now says it all."
Ron turned back to Harry, his expression serious. He studied Harry for several long, silent seconds, his eyes searching Harry's face as if trying to puzzle something out. Then, all at once, he broke into a smile, clapping Harry on the back.
"Well, congrats, mate," Ron said with a lopsided grin. "I reckon it's about bloody time."
Harry gave a sheepish shrug, unsure how to respond. He was relieved that Ron didn't seem upset, though part of him wondered if he'd need to have a deeper conversation with him later.
Lavender, though, wasn't finished. She smiled sweetly at Ron, settling herself beside him on the couch. "So, now that your best mate has asked someone to the Yule Ball, is there anyone you were thinking of asking, Ronald Weasley?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent, though the playful lilt in her voice was unmistakable.
Harry almost choked, trying desperately to stifle the laughter threatening to burst out of him at the expression on Ron's face. Ron's ears turned bright red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"Er—I—well, I—" Ron stammered, completely flustered.
Lavender just giggled, clearly enjoying Ron's discomfort. She leaned in slightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Come on, Ron, surely you've got someone in mind?"
Before Ron could recover, Hermione came down the stairs, her appearance halting any further interrogation. She looked composed, her bushy hair tied back in a neat ponytail, though her eyes widened slightly when she saw the group gathered in the common room looking at her. She shot a quick glance at Harry, then looked away, her cheeks tinged pink.
"Morning," Hermione said quickly, moving towards them slowly.
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The Great Hall was buzzing with the usual afternoon chatter, but Harry sat at the Gryffindor table with only half his attention on his surroundings. Ron and Hermione hadn't arrived yet, so he was keeping himself busy with a bowl of soup and absent-minded thoughts of the upcoming Yule Ball.
Just as he was thinking about getting up and heading back to the common room, Lavender slid into the seat across from him with her usual infectious energy. She greeted him with a bright smile and wasted no time jumping into conversation.
"Good morning, Harry!" she chirped, a knowing glint in her eye.
"Morning, Lavender," Harry replied, matching her grin. He glanced around the Great Hall, then leaned in. "I got busy but I wanted to congratulate you."
Lavender's eyes widened slightly, curious. "Congratulate me? What for?"
Harry smirked. "For finally getting Ron to ask you to the Yule Ball."
At that, Lavender laughed, her laugh light and full of amusement. "Oh, Harry, the poor boy never really stood a chance." She brushed a lock of hair over her shoulder and shook her head, still giggling.
Harry chuckled. "Maybe, but I've never seen him happier. He's been smiling a lot lately."
That comment earned him a softer smile from Lavender, her teasing demeanor shifting just a little. "Really? Well, just wait until you see him dancing with me at the ball." She winked.
Harry smiled, but at the mention of dancing, a flicker of panic crossed his face. It was subtle, but Lavender caught it. Her eyes narrowed, her smile shifting into a more inquisitive expression.
"Harry," she said, tilting her head slightly, "do you … know how to dance?"
Harry let out a nervous chuckle, suddenly wishing Ron and Hermione would hurry up and arrive. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and gave a small shake of his head. "Not really. I mean, I've danced a couple of times, but … not much. I'm a little worried, honestly." He paused, glancing at his hands. "Professor McGonagall's session wasn't exactly great practice. I'm just nervous I'll make a fool of myself and ruin the evening for Hermione."
Lavender clicked her tongue in mock disapproval, shaking her head. "Harry, you could show up to the Yule Ball in Neville's grandmother's outfit, having accidentally transfigured your arms into legs and your legs into broomsticks, and I'm pretty sure Hermione would still enjoy the evening with you."
Harry burst out laughing at the mental image, though her words did bring him some relief. But Lavender wasn't done. Her expression softened as she continued, "Honestly, Harry, I've never seen Hermione happier."
That stopped Harry's laughter. His heart did a strange little flip in his chest, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. But before he could enjoy the compliment too much, Lavender reached across the table and gave his arm a playful slap.
"That being said," she added in a mock-serious tone, "I am not about to let you rob Hermione of the perfect night."
Harry blinked in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Lavender said, raising an eyebrow, "that you're going to learn how to dance properly. I've been teaching Ron in the evenings, so you're going to join us. It'll be a surprise for Hermione."
Harry stared at her, trying to process her words. "Wait, you convinced Ron to learn how to dance?" he asked, eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.
Lavender beamed at him, clearly proud of her accomplishment. "Oh yes. It wasn't easy, but with the right motivation …" She trailed off with a teasing smile.
Just then, Harry spotted Ron and Hermione entering the Great Hall together, making their way toward the Gryffindor table. As they approached, Lavender leaned over to Harry and whispered, "Remember, keep this whole dancing thing a secret. It'll be our little surprise."
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Harry stood among the other champions in the entrance hall of Hogwarts, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other. The excitement of the evening pulsed in the air, and the soft hum of conversation filled the grand space as they waited for the signal to enter the Great Hall. Harry had already exchanged polite conversation with Fleur and her date, Roger Davies, who seemed to be thoroughly entranced by her every word. Krum, standing beside Padma, was his usual silent self, though he certainly was smiling and Padma sure looked to be enjoying the fact that the Bulgarian Seeker had reached out to hold her hand. Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang stood together, looking relaxed and happy, a picture-perfect couple. But the majority of Harry's attention was elsewhere—he was waiting for Hermione. He had spent the last hour trying to suppress the nervous butterflies that had taken residence in his stomach, but now, standing here in his dress robes, the waiting was driving him crazy.
As the minutes ticked by, Harry chatted idly with the others, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He glanced at the grand staircase every few seconds, half-worried she might have changed her mind or gotten cold feet.
Suddenly, Padma's eyes widened, and she softly muttered, "Wow."
Harry spun around, and his breath caught in his throat.
There, descending the staircase, was Hermione, and she was breathtaking. She wore a deep emerald green gown that contrasted perfectly with her natural complexion, making her features stand out even more. Her hair, which was normally a bit bushy, had been tamed into elegant waves that cascaded down her shoulders. The dress shimmered slightly under the magical lights, the deep color setting off her eyes and giving her an air of effortless grace.
But it wasn't just the color that left Harry speechless. The gown was cut a little more provocatively than anything Hermione had worn before. It hugged her figure in a way that made Harry's stomach flip, with a delicate neckline that showed just enough to make him flush but not enough to be inappropriate. The way the fabric clung to her as she moved gave her a sense of elegance he had never quite associated with her before, and for a moment, he simply couldn't look away.
As she made her way down the steps, she spotted Harry and offered him a tentative smile, her expression laced with a bit of nervousness. But Harry, still stunned, found himself frozen in place. His mind raced for something to say, but nothing came to him. He felt a nudge at his side as Cedric chuckled softly and leaned over, patting him on the back.
"This is the time when you compliment her, Harry," Cedric whispered with a grin.
Harry snapped out of his trance, shaking his head slightly as he turned to Hermione, who now stood before him, waiting. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to find his words, but all that came out was, "Wow. Just ... wow, Hermione. You look ... wow. Sorry, I mean amazing. You look amazing."
The nervousness melted from Hermione's expression, replaced by a radiant smile that lit up her entire face. "Thanks, Harry," she said softly, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "You don't look too bad yourself."
Harry grinned, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He held out his arm, offering it to her. "Shall we?"
She nodded as she took his arm, and they joined the line with the other champions. Professor McGonagall, standing tall and dignified at the entrance, instructed them to form up for their procession into the Great Hall.
As they entered the Great Hall, Harry took in the sight of the transformed space. It had been decorated with sparkling ice sculptures and twinkling fairy lights, giving the entire hall a shimmering, wintry glow. The tables were set for a grand feast, with the champions and their dates seated at a special table at the front of the hall. As they moved past the tables of the other students, Harry couldn't help but notice the stares. Heads turned, whispers spread, and while Fleur and Roger attracted their fair share of attention, Harry was pretty sure he and Hermione were drawing even more. He was no stranger to so much scrutiny, but with Hermione at his side, the usual anxiety lessened and he felt comfortable for the first time with people staring at them.
They took their places—Harry next to Hermione, with Fleur on his right and Viktor and Padma seated beside Hermione. The tension of the evening began to ebb away as the meal began. Plates of delicious food appeared in front of them, and conversation began to flow, though Harry found it hard to concentrate on anything but the person sitting beside him.
Throughout dinner, there were moments of quiet awkwardness, but they were more cute than anything and it wasn't unpleasant. Harry found himself stealing glances at Hermione whenever she wasn't looking, still marveling at how different she seemed tonight—how grown-up she looked. Every time their eyes met, she'd smile shyly, and Harry would quickly look away, his heart thudding in his chest.
"So, Harry," Fleur said, drawing him out of his thoughts, her French accent soft and lilting, "you must be enjoying zis evening. Is very different from Quidditch, non?"
Harry smiled and laughed, turning to her. "Yeah, it's a bit different. Less bludgers to worry about."
Fleur laughed, and even Roger joined in, though his attention seemed to drift right back to Fleur. Harry couldn't help but chuckle along with them, but his focus kept drifting back to Hermione, who had struck up a quiet conversation with Viktor.
The rest of the dinner passed in a blur of small talk and laughter. He found himself caught between conversations with Fleur, who was surprisingly engaging and witty, and Hermione, who seemed to be growing more relaxed as the night went on, and seemed to really be enjoying her conversations with both him and Krum, apparently becoming fast friends with the Quidditch star.
Eventually, the plates cleared, and Professor Dumbledore stood to announce the start of the first dance. The entire hall quieted as the champions and their dates rose from their seats. Harry felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement as he led Hermione toward the dance floor.
As they took their places, Harry looked at Hermione, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Ready?" he asked, his voice soft.
"Ready," she replied with a smile, and they stepped onto the dance floor together.
The music began to swell around them, and Harry's heart seemed to rise with it. He was a little unsure of himself as he and Hermione stepped onto the dance floor, but the feel of her hand in his made him relax, just a bit. The enchanted ceiling above them shimmered with stars, casting a soft, magical glow over the hall. He placed his free hand gently on Hermione's waist, and she looked up at him with a reassuring smile.
The first notes of the slow, lilting melody washed over them, and Harry began to move—tentatively at first, but gradually finding his rhythm. To his relief, Hermione moved with such ease, gracefully matching his steps, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. For a brief, dizzying moment, Harry was acutely aware of just how close she was to him, how her soft, green dress brushed against his robes with every turn. He had never imagined Hermione like this before—so radiant, so at ease, and, well … beautiful. And for a moment, it felt like he was seeing her in a completely new light.
Harry's nerves started to fade away as they continued to move together in perfect synchrony. Hermione was clearly enjoying herself, her cheeks slightly flushed as she smiled at him. Her smile was infectious, and Harry felt a warmth spreading through his chest that had nothing to do with the dance.
Everything around them began to fade into the background. The grand hall, the other students, the decorations—none of it mattered. It was just him and Hermione, wrapped in the soft music, their movements perfectly in tune. It felt like a dream, one of those rare, perfect moments where everything aligned and nothing else mattered. He didn't even notice the Weird Sisters finishing their song.
However, all too suddenly, the moment was interrupted by a shout.
"Alright, everyone!" one of the band members bellowed, her voice booming through the hall. "Let's get this party started! Jump up on the floor!"
Harry blinked, the sound crashing through his peaceful bubble. The surroundings rushed back to him—the noise, the movement, the bright lights. He glanced at Hermione, who looked just as startled as he felt. She blushed as their eyes met, a small, embarrassed smile creeping across her face. Harry couldn't help but chuckle.
"That was amazing," he leaned in and whispered to her, still somewhat breathless from the dance.
Hermione's smile doubled in size, her eyes twinkling with happiness. "It really was."
Before they could say more, the dance floor was quickly filled with students rushing in as the upbeat music began. Harry spotted Ron and Lavender heading their way, along with Parvati and her date, all of them grinning and eager to join the dancing. The fast-paced music was infectious, and soon enough, Harry found himself swept up into the energy of the evening.
Over the next couple of hours, Harry and Hermione danced through song after song. Occasionally, they took small breaks to sit down for a quick rest or grab a drink, but they spent the majority of the time together on the floor. Harry couldn't believe how much fun he was having—and how comfortable it felt to be with Hermione. But of course without fail, every time a slow song started, they would gravitate back to each other, moving close again, their steps in perfect harmony.
At one point, during one of those slower dances, Harry noticed Hermione's cheeks growing increasingly flushed. She leaned in closer to him, raising her voice over the music. "I need some fresh air," she said, laughing lightly, a little out of breath.
Harry nodded, glad for a break. "Let's go."
After telling Ron they'd be back soon, Harry followed Hermione out of the hall and into one of the exposed courtyards of the castle. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat inside, and it felt refreshing as it washed over him. They walked in comfortable silence for a few moments, passing Professor Snape, who was deep in conversation with Karkaroff. Karkaroff seemed particularly agitated, but neither Snape nor the Durmstrang headmaster paid Harry and Hermione any attention.
As they rounded a corner, they passed an alcove where Roger Davis was … very enthusiastically kissing Fleur. Hermione's face flushed even more as they hurried past the couple, and Harry couldn't help but grin at her embarrassment. They found a small stone bench beneath a large tree and sat down together, the quiet of the courtyard a welcome reprieve from the noise of the ball.
Hermione looked over at him, her face glowing in the moonlight. "I'm having such a wonderful night, Harry," she said softly.
Harry smiled at her, feeling his heart lift at her words. "So am I. It's been ... brilliant." He paused, his eyes flicking briefly to her dress before returning to her face. "I was a little speechless before but I wanted to let you know that the dress, by the way—looks amazing. You look amazing."
Hermione blushed deeper, smiling shyly as she looked down for a moment. "Thanks, Harry. I thought it matched nicely with your eyes and once I saw it I couldn't think of anything else."
He felt a flutter in his chest at her compliment, but before he could say anything, she continued.
"And you're not so bad yourself but even more impressive ... is you on the dance floor yourself," she teased, her smile growing. "I'll admit, I was a little worried at first about whether you could dance—not that it would've been a problem," she added quickly, "but I was pleasantly surprised."
Harry chuckled, feeling a bit sheepish. "Lavender actually taught me a few things so I could surprise you. Wanted to be prepared, you know."
Hermione blinked in surprise, her expression softening as she stared at him. "You're amazing, Harry. Full of unexpected surprises tonight."
They sat in a comfortable silence for several minutes after that, their hands clasped together as they simply enjoyed the quiet moment away from the hustle and bustle of the ball. The cool breeze carried the distant sound of laughter and music from inside the castle, but for the time being, everything felt still and peaceful.
Eventually, Hermione stood up, offering him a hand. "Ready to hit the dance floor again? Show off some more of those moves you learned?"
Harry laughed, standing up and taking her hand. "Why not?"
As they made their way back inside, they passed a nook where Harry saw Hagrid and Madame Maxime deep in conversation. Harry's eyes widened at the sight before immediately catching sight of a very familiar looking beetle, perched on a bush nearby. Harry slowed to a stop and leaned in close to the bush, before whispering, "As a personal favor, I ask you not to write this."
He hurried to catch up with Hermione, who had just then glanced back over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "Saw Hagrid and waved," Harry said with a shrug. Hermione shook her head, smiling in amusement as they re-entered the Great Hall.
The Weird Sisters were in full swing, and Harry and Hermione quickly rejoined the throngs of students on the dance floor. While the highlight of Harry's night was undoubtedly dancing with Hermione, a close second came when Fred and George somehow managed to convince Professor McGonagall to follow them on the dance floor. The look of horror on her face when the Weird Sisters immediately switched to a slow song was something Harry would remember for a long time.
Eventually, the band announced that it was time for the last song of the night. The students that remained let out a collective groan as the music shifted to a final slow melody, and Harry found himself once again holding Hermione close, their movements slow and unhurried. This time, it felt even more special. The night had been full of excitement and laughter, but now, with the ball winding down, the dance just felt that much more meaningful.
As they swayed together to the soft rhythm, Harry couldn't help but notice how perfectly Hermione fit against him, how easy it felt to be here with her. He looked down at her, and she gazed back up at him, her eyes reflecting the dim light of the enchanted ceiling. Neither of them spoke, but they didn't need to. The moment felt perfect.
However, despite his wishes that the song would have gone on forever, the song finally came to an end and they found themselves being ushered out of the hall.
As they were ushered out of the Great Hall along with the rest of the students, Harry and Hermione found themselves at the back of all the students, walking slowly toward the staircase that led to the Gryffindor common room. The night had been incredible, but Harry felt like something was still hanging in the air—unfinished, unresolved.
But as they approached the main staircase, a thought popped into Harry's mind—something that made his heart race. Without thinking, he grabbed Hermione's hand and gently tugged her off to the side.
"Harry?" she asked, startled by his sudden movement. "Where are you taking me?"
"Hold on, you'll see," he said, a grin spreading across his face as he led her back through the corridors of the castle, retracing their earlier steps.
They arrived at the exposed courtyard where they had taken their break earlier in the evening. The moonlight bathed the space in a soft glow, and the cool night air was still and quiet. The faint sounds of laughter and footsteps from inside the castle drifted toward them, but out here, it felt like they were in their own little world again.
Hermione looked around and smiled, the memories of their earlier evening clearly resurfacing in her mind. She took a deep breath, the crisp air filling her lungs, and turned to face Harry. "Thank you for tonight, Harry," she said softly. "It was … almost perfect."
Harry raised an eyebrow at that, his lips curving into a playful smile. "Almost?" he asked, taking her hand gently in his.
Hermione's cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she quickly looked away, clearly embarrassed. She started to stammer, trying to find the right words. "I-I just meant … well, it's been perfect, really, but—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Harry reached up with his free hand and gently turned her face back toward him. Her breath caught in her throat as their eyes met, and for a moment, everything seemed to slow down. The soft moonlight reflected in her brown eyes, and Harry could see the nervousness and excitement dancing behind them.
Without thinking, without second-guessing himself, he leaned in.
His lips tentatively met hers, softly at first. He felt her freeze for a split second, her body tensing in surprise. Her eyes shot open, wide with shock, but just as quickly, Harry felt her relax into the kiss. Her grip on his hand tightened slightly, and she leaned in closer, deepening the kiss.
Harry's mind went blank. All he could focus on was the warmth of her lips against his, the soft scent of her perfume lingering in the air around them. His heart hammered in his chest, and he felt an overwhelming sense of rightness in this moment, as if this was the way things were always supposed to be.
Hermione responded with equal enthusiasm now, her free hand moving to rest on Harry's chest. She kissed him back with a softness that sent a warmth spreading through his entire body, as though the chill of the night air had completely disappeared. The courtyard, the castle, everything faded away again, just as it had when they had danced together earlier. It was just them—Harry and Hermione, lost in the moment.
After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, they slowly pulled apart, their foreheads resting gently against one another. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked up at Harry with a mixture of surprise, joy, and something else—something deeper. Her breathing was a little uneven, her lips still parted slightly as she stared at him, processing what had just happened.
Harry's own heart was racing, but he couldn't help but smile. He reached up and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.
"Perfect now?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hermione blinked, her expression softening as she smiled at him, still clearly flustered but no longer trying to hide it. "Perfect," she murmured in agreement, her eyes never leaving his.
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