Save the last dance

I do not own Harry Potter

When being told he had to find a date for the ball, he froze. He was not very good with women. If he thought battling a dragon would be hard, then asking a girl out for the Yule Ball would be an impossible task. He walked about the school in between classes, trying to ask a girl out but could not find one he could talk to privately. He wanted to ask Cho Chang out but did not have the guts.

It was not long now before the ball and he still didn't have a date. It was during one of his walks that he finally ran into Cho and while the moment was a little awkward, he was still able to ask her out, but unfortunately, she turned him down. He took it well but he could tell she was really, bad about it. Knowing asking her out was out of the question, he returned to the Gryffindor common room, and sat down on the couch. He watched Hermione as she knitted scarfs for the house elves and got an idea. He walked towards her and sat down.

"Hey Hermione."

"Hey Harry what's up?" she said and smiled at him. He blushed slightly.

"Not much. Listen I want to ask you something."

"What?"

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go the ball with me. As friends."

She smiled warmly.

"Sure. I'd love to."

"Great, then it's a deal." He beamed and she smiled and returned to her knitting. To try to break the silence Harry spoke again.

""How are the scarfs coming along?"

"They're going well. They're going fast too." She smiled with enthusiasm.

"Great." He smiled back.

"Need any help?"

"No, I'm good."

"Okay."

Then he yawned and covered his mouth.

"I think I'm gonna go take a nap. I'll see you later Hermione."

"Sleep well." She said without lifting her head.

"Thanks." He replied and walked up to his room.

One week later, it was Christmas Eve and Harry was very nervous but could not understand why. She was just a friend to him, wasn't she? So why was he getting so worked up about it? No matter how hard he tried, he could not find any answers. From what he could tell, Hermione was anxious too. When the time came, he laced his arm around hers, walked down the stairs with her to the great hall, and along with the other champions, opened the ceremony. When they stood on the dance floor, Hermione whispered to him.

"Put your hand on my waist."

Harry blushed at the intimate contact and could swear he heard a suggestive tone in her voice. When the music started playing, they began to slow dance, as slowly, everyone else joined. Before long, everyone was dancing and was having a sweet, sweet time. At some point during the dance, Hermione was so much in the moment; she rested her head in Harry's chest, which made him blush like mad. But instead of resisting, he held her hand in his one hand, and placed his arm around her with the other. After some time, the two wanted to get some air, so they walked out to the field and sat down by the fountain, without realizing they were holding hands. They leaned backwards and looked up at the sky. Finally, Hermione spoke.

"You're good dancer, Harry." She smiled.

"Thanks. So are you." He said and she smiled again.

"Yeah…" she muttered and they both fell into silence. Hermione did her best to look away from him because she felt awkward by the situation. But after a few seconds, the temptation got too great and she looked at him and he looked at her. Without thinking about what she was doing, she rushed forward, cupped his cheeks, and kissed him squarely on the lips. After releasing him, he stared at her in shock, his face red with blush. Then she realized what she has done and she sighed.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what to say, I was just…" she huffed and got on her feet and ran off.

"Hermione, wait!" he called out after her but she was out of earshot. Before she disappeared among the crowds of people who were outside, he could see her rub her eyes, and knew that she was crying.

"What happened?" he wondered aloud.

Harry just stood there for a few more minutes and then headed back to the castle and into the Gryffindor common room. He lay there in bed, pondering upon the situation trying to make sense out it.

He knew Hermione meant a lot to him and he assumed he meant a lot to her. But did they see each other as just friends, or was it more than that? After she kissed him like that, Harry had a feeling he knew the answer to that one. It was not in Hermione nature to act on instinct like that. There had to be some strong inner drive to make her act like that. He just hoped their friendship wasn't ruined because of this. He started to wonder how she saw him and how he saw her. He began to wonder if it was a good idea to ask her out in the first place. If he hadn't, maybe they would still be friends, cracking jokes and having fun. He would have to talk to her about it tomorrow.

Gosh, he thought. Tomorrow is Christmas. What a terrible time it is to fight with your friends. He hoped he would be able to make up with her soon. He didn't want them to spend their holydays when they're in the middle of a fight. He sighed deeply, turned around, and went to sleep.

To be continued…

So, it's been a while since I published a multi chapter story, at least for Harry Potter. This story was originally intended to be a one shot, but I decided to extend it. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it.

If you would kindly leave a review below, I would greatly appreciate it.

Peace out everyone…