CHAPTER 1- HARRY MAKES HIS CHOICE

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THIS FAN FICTION IS A BRANCH OFF FROM THE YULE BALL, AND EXCERCISING WHAT WOULD HAPPEN NEXT.

"Yeah that's what I think," Ron says, thinking he knows what's best, as usual. "You know the solution then don't you!" Hermione yells, trying her best to hold back tears. "Next time there's a ball pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does! And not as a last resort!" Hermione felt very hurt by what Ron said, and that he had such a sudden change of heart when it came to Victor Krum. "W-well, that's completely beside the point…" Ron was amazed that Hermione saw straight through him, and that he wanted to ask her. Hermione, while was firm friends with Ron, was not interested. "Harry!" Ron burst out when he saw Harry coming.

"Where have you been?" Hermione shouted at him, Harry almost forgot that he was being shouted at, looking into her deep, brown eyes. He thought he would never be able to tell her how he felt about her, he glanced over at Ron, who was looking at her like she was stupid. He was tired of that. Harry tried to point to where he was, when he was interrupted by an extremely frustrated Hermione. "Never mind, off to bed both of you!" She exclaimed, while Harry gave Ron the death stare. "They get scary when they get older." "Ron you spoiled everything!"

Harry and Ron made it back to the Common Room, and Ron ran straight upstairs. Harry sat down in front of the fireplace, and sat back to think. He remembered everything he and Hermione had done together, she covered him with the troll in first year, gave him confidence to face Quirrell, gave them the answer to the Basilisk, turned back time to save Buckbeak and Sirius, and gave him confidence when he felt helpless about to take on a dragon. She was there when everyone else, even Ron, deserted him. He had a crush on her for the longest time, since the first time they met on the Hogwarts Express. He looked towards the dormitory, and then at the door. 'No… not this time.' He thought. This was his opportunity to show how much Hermione meant to him. He stood up, tided his dress robes, ran his hands through his hair, then took out his wand, and said; "Orchideous", and a bouquet of pink and white roses grew from his wand. He smiled, grasped them firmly in hand, and walked out of the common room.

Hermione had been sitting on the stairs, sobbing, alone, for quite some time now. The Great Hall only had a few people left in it, including Neville and Ginny, who couldn't let go of each other, as they moved slowly side to side across the Hall. Harry made his way down the stairs, and instantly recognised the pink dress. She looked so beautiful, her hair done to perfection, and his resentment of Ron grew rapidly. He froze with fear, and wondered what she'd say, what if she rejects him? What if he makes himself look stupid? What if their friendship is ruined because only he saw it as something more? He started to doubt himself, and his mind began filling with negative thoughts.

Little did he know; all Hermione was thinking about was him. His green eyes, a window into his mind, she always wanted to know what he was thinking. She wanted his affection, and his shoulder to cry on, his hand to dance. She heard the bells chime for midnight, and muttered to herself; "Merry Christmas Hermione, I wonder if a miracle will come my way." Harry, who was right behind her by then, heard this, and said;

"Is this what you wanted?"

Hermione turned around, and saw the boy she has been obsessed with for four years. She was both surprised, slightly angry that he didn't listen to her, and gooey inside. She wanted to adopt the usual Hermione Granger hardness, but it wasn't happening when she saw the flowers, and the cheeky smile on the young wizard's face. Incapable to make her decision on what to do, she stands up, with a very neutral expression, and looks Harry right in the eyes.

TO BE CONTINUED

NOTE FROM THE WRITER:

I'M SORRY IF YOU WANTED MORE DIALOGUE, BUT I PROMISE THAT'S COMING NEXT. ANYTHING I HAVE WRITTEN (SUCH AS CHARMS, SPELLS OR CURSES) MAY BE INCORRECT OR BE WRONG FOR CERTAIN FUNCTIONS. SOME FACTS MAY ALSO BE INCORRECT. DON'T BLAME ME. I'M NOT A GENIUS.