What if [Harmione]

Dance Magic

Harry Potter walked back to the Gryffindor dorm with Professor McGonagall's words ringing in his head...

(Flashback)

"Potter. A word please."

Harry glanced at Ron who shrugged and walked out of the classroom from their newest...lessons. Harry approached the aged Professor and tried to figure out if he'd done something wrong as he waited.

"Potter. Traditionally, the champions open the ball

Harry was startled at this news and began to sputter a response to the statement.

"But Professor," He protested. "I don't dance."

She gave him a look that he could tell held a lot of amusement.

"Well...you do now."

(END Flashback)

So now Harry was wracking his brains to figure out just who he should ask and how much this was going to embarrass him as much as it would embarrass any potential dates. Sometimes, life sucks. He decided to just put the worry aside and made his way up to the tower where he spotted Ron and Hermione working on their Transfiguration homework already. Ron glanced up and motioned for him to join them, which he did, pulling out his quill, course book, and parchment and plopped down next to them. Ron, being one to notice his friend's mood first, spoke up.

"What's wrong mate? You look like McGonagall just told you, you were related to Malfoy."

Harry felt his lips twitch into a smile at the statement.

"No. Nothing that horribly. She just wanted to inform me that it is a tradition for the champions to open the ball."

Ron cocked his head to the side.

"Well, that's not that bad then."

"Let me clarify for you. We open the ball with a dance. The champions and there dates."

Ron's expression changed immediately. He gave Harry a grave look.

"I'm sorry for the pain you will experience."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Gee thanks. You're a real pal." He stated, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Ron simply shrugged his shoulders.

"It's what I do, mate. So, who you going to ask?" He asked.

Harry sighed and decided to answer his question.

"Well, the one I would have asked is already taken, though she probably would have said no. As for my first choice," At this point, he looked at Hermione who glanced behind her before looking at him with hope in her eyes, "It might be a little odd to ask her. I mean, she is a friend on mine. And a good one too. "

He saw her face redden slightly as she looked back down at her scroll, a smile playing across her face. Ron, being the clueless guy he was, had no idea who Harry was talking about.

"Who is it?" He asked.

Harry faced him with a hint of disbelief, confusing Ron even more.

"Do we know her?" He asked again.

Harry frowned at how dense his friend was. But then again, Ron seemed to be slow to the uptake.

"Yes. All of us do."

Ron turned to Hermione who was still staring intently at her paper.

"Any idea who he's talking bout?" He asked her.