Tidbits of Love

Scene Six: Background Info – It’s pretty self-explanatory, really. Harry asks Hermione to the Halloween Ball after Ron pressures him to just get it over with already.

“Potter, if you don’t ask Hermione to the Halloween Ball, I’m going to do it for you.”

 Harry glanced up at Ron and glared. “Why do you insist on torturing me?”

Ron grinned. “Because Malfoy isn’t here to torture you for me.” He sobered a bit, “C’mon Harry! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She’ll say no.”

“Yes, well, rejection is a bitch, but I’ve gotten over it.” Harry couldn’t help but smile a bit at that.

 In their Fifth Year, it was common knowledge that Ron had a fairly large crush on Hermione. When he asked her out, almost positive that she felt the same way, she said yes and went out on one date – and it was a complete disaster. She broke it to him easy that things wouldn’t work out, and, though he would never admit it out loud, Harry was jumping for joy.

 On the inside of course –

And in the empty dormitory. Same thing.

“Just go for it Harry.” He pushed Harry towards the girl’s dormitory where Hermione, as Head Girl, had her own room. “Now.”

Harry glanced behind him. Might as well get this over with Potter. He won’t leave you alone until you do. He sighed, resigned, and walked up the stairs towards Hermione’s room.

 Taking a breath, he knocked on the door.

Hermione was laying on her stomach on her bed in a pair of red and gold plaid pajama pants and a red tank top, attempting to start her report for Buffy and Faith’s class. She sighed as she heard the knock at her door. “Who is it?”

“It’s Harry.”

Hermione hesitated a moment when she realized what she was wearing. Oh stop it Granger, its not like he’s never seen you in a tank top before. “Come in Harry. The door’s open.”

Harry stepped in and closed the door behind him. Hermione sat up and closed the book she was reading and Harry had to bite back a sigh.

“Harry – is something wrong? You look nervous.” She could see it in his eyes. Plus, he was scratching his arm, a nervous habit he seemed to have picked up Sirius.

“No – nothing’s wrong.” Harry sat down on her bed, and Hermione couldn’t help but think that he looked perfect just sitting there, even if he did look incredibly uncomfortable. 

“Yes, there’s something bothering you. You’re scratching your arm and you only do that when you’re nervous.”

“I just – I need to ask you something, but I’m not sure how.”

Hermione laughed a little. “Harry, it’s just me. You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Harry nodded. “I know.” He took a breath and said, very quickly, “WouldyouwanttogototheHalloweenDancewithme?”

Hermione’s heart skipped a beat. “What was that?”

Harry swallowed. “I asked if – if you would be my date for the Halloween Dance.” He looked up at her with bated breath. Say yes, please say yes, please say yes…

YES!!! Hermione’s stomach was doing flip flops, and she tried to remain calm as she said, “Of course I would Harry.”

Harry looked at her, blinking, “Really?”

 Hermione laughed at the surprised look on his face. “Really.” She adjusted his glasses, which were leaning a little to the side. Harry grinned boyishly, and Hermione had to bite back a sigh. He really is adorable when he smiles like that…

 “Great.” Harry got up off the bed, and did something that he had never done before – he gave her a quick kiss before getting up and walking to the door.

Hermione was in shock, but she regained her composure enough to go after him. “Harry!”

Harry spun around just to be met in another kiss from Hermione. After the initial shock of her openness, he wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. She twined her arms around his neck and in his hair and sighed before pulling away. She looked at him and gave him one of those innocent smiles that so few girls Harry knew could pull off, but Hermione could do so well, and Harry smiled right back.

 He had the same smile on his face when he went back to his room –

 Where Ron, as Harry expected, was sitting on the floor waiting for him to come back.

 Ron saw the goofy-happy smile on Harry’s face and his eyes widened.

“Bloody hell – she kissed you didn’t she?!”