Harmione One Shots

Not So Loud

Summary: When he heard Hermione moan, he lifted the cloak and met her eyes, "not so loud, Mi. Or I'll have to stop. Do you want me to stop?" He watched her rapidly shake her head no. He wickedly smiled as he threw the cloak back over her lower half.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to raynick11 on Ao3

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Yule Ball 1994

Harry couldn't peel his eyes off of her.

No matter how he tried or who tried to catch his attention.

Hermione had it all.

That periwinkle gown hugged her natural curves; her hair was pulled up into an intricate updo, but it was more than that.

She had this glow to her, and it was simply breathtaking.

Harry had harbored this...whatever it was for Hermione—since their third year. She put herself in front of him, ready to die for him, prepared to give it all up for him to spare his life from Sirius Black. Although Sirius was innocent, they didn't know that at the time. Harry knew whatever he felt for her then; they were more than just friends. Or at least, Harry one day hoped they could be more than just friends.

But then there was Ron.

Fucking Ron.

Before the Triwizard Tournament fiasco, he had confided in Harry that he had a crush on Hermione.

He couldn't have feelings for her; he simply couldn't. Ron had always treated Hermione poorly. As a first-year student, he didn't even want to be her friend. He used her to help him do his assignments. Ron wasn't a good fit for her.

Surely, Hermione saw that too.

Or at least, he really hoped she did.

He watched as she walked down the stairs, their eyes momentarily locked.

Harry felt his breath catch in his throat.

"She looks gorgeous," Parvati said.

"Yeah...yeah, she does, doesn't she?" Harry replied almost breathlessly.

Hermione smiled at him, and Harry smiled largely in return.

Harry had a million thoughts soaring through his head as he began to walk through the small crowd to the stairs where Hermione would be. But, before he could get to her, Viktor Krum did.

Krum.

How could he have forgotten about Viktor fucking Krum?

"Harry, may I speak to you?"

Harry looked at Viktor Krum, "Sure, if it's tournament related—"

"No, no," Viktor shook his head. "I wish to ask Hermione to the Yule Ball. Would that be okay with you?"

Inside, Harry was screaming. He had wanted to ask Hermione. "Why–why wouldn't it be?"

"I see the way you look at her, Harry Potter. I do not want to. What is the phrase? Step on feet?"

"Step on toes," Harry corrected.

"If you wish to ask her, then I will step aside," Viktor softly said.

Harry's throat closed. He wanted to ask her. He wanted to dance with her all night long. But he knew that if he asked her, Ron would be pissed.