Harmione One Shots

Yule Ball

Summary: The Yule Ball, if Harry had gone with Hermione.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to Rose_of_the_grave on Ao3

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It was a night full of excitement and nerves as the sky darkened over the snow covered castle. The Great Hall was decorated fitting the wintery theme and students were gathering around, waiting for the dancing to start.

Meanwhile Harry was waiting at the base of the stairs, waiting for Hermione. He kept on fidgeting with his dress robes, nervous. When he had asked her last minute to be his date to the Yule Ball he had expected her to say no. She hadn't. Instead she smiled and said yes. Harry had been so relieved after having been rushing around trying to find a date along with Ron. His best friend had managed to ask Padma Patil who had thankfully said yes. The two of them were now waiting in the Great Hall with everybody else.

"Is that Hermione?" He heard someone ask. Turning around he saw Hermione standing at the top of the staircase. She looked beautiful in her blue dress, walking down the stairs slowly, a nervous expression on her face. They locked eyes and she smiled, meeting his gaze. He met her at the bottom of the stairs.

"You look nice." He said.

"Nice?" She asked, arching an eyebrow teasingly.

He blushed, "Beautiful."

She raised a hand, playfully ruffling his hair.

He shook her off, a little disappointed because it had taken him hours to tame his unruly hair.

"I hate you, 'mione." He said playfully, still smiling at her.

She giggled. "No you don't."

"Yes, I do." He insisted, laughing.

Hermione pulled him in for a tight hug, "No you don't."

"No, I don't," Harry admitted. He hugged her back, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Her hair, not nearly as bushy as usual, tickled his nose a bit. She smelled nice, he noticed. He'd never really thought about what she might smell like but somehow, she smelled exactly like he expected. For a second he forgot where they were and simply sunk into her embrace.

Far too soon they had to pull apart when the rest of the champions started to line up in front of the doors. All of a sudden Harry became nervous again, worrying about having to dance in front of everyone. Hermione slipped her hand in his, squeezing gently to reassure him.

He glanced over at her and remembered that he had no reason to be worried. Hermione had probably been paying closer attention to the dancing lesson than he had and had probably already mastered it.

They walked into the Great Hall side by side along with the rest of the champions and their dates onto the dance floor. Once they all got into position, the music started up and they started to dance. For a while it felt as if the whole room disappeared and it was just the two of them accompanied by the music, dancing off into the winter wonderland. It was a magical night that they would both remember forever.