A/N: Harry Potter and all related characters are NOT mine! But, the plot is mine! This story should be for HHr shippers only! tries to contain outburst I LOVE PUMPKIN PIE:P

Harry Potter sat at the active Gryffindor table in the Great Hall one December night. It was warm in the Hall; lit candles floated along the tables and close to the snowy ceiling. Harry looked up at the ceiling; he saw snow falling from white clouds against a dark sky.

He smiled;he didn't really know why he was so cheerful. I guess there was no reason to not be happy. He looked back down, and at the people around him. Ron sat next to him; he was looking over at the Ravenclaw table. Harry found Luna smiling at him from over the newest edition of The Quibbler; her wand (as usual) stuck behind her ear.

Harry's eyes wandered over to Hermione, who sat in front of him. She was eating her dinner while she nodded, staring helplessly at her plate, as Lavender and Parvati rambled and gossiped to her. Poor Hermione; she was stuck between the two. Apparently they wanted to talk with her and apparently Hermione didn't, but didn't have the heart to tell them. She's always had a good heart, thought Harry, twirling his fork in his mashed potatoes.

Harry smiled as Hermione agreed that Seamus was defiantly hotter this year than the last, even though Harry guessed she had no idea who they were actually talking about. Hermione glanced up from her plate; she mouthed 'Help Me' with pleading eyes that made him want to rescue her from her cruel and unusual punishment.

Just when Harry was about to mouth 'How?' dessert suddenly replaced their dinner, causing Lavender and Parvati to momentarily stop talking. Harry looked at all of the choices; his green eyes flickering from one sweet to the next. Puddings, slices of various sweet smelling pies, holiday pastries, and candy canes piled in heaps crowded him. He noticed a slice of pumpkin pie on a plate, his favorite, and reached up to grab it. Just when his fingers grasped the edge of the plate, another hand did too.

Harry looked up; it was Hermione. She made eye contact with him, and then released the plate the same time Harry did. They both laughed.

"You have it," they said.

"No, you," they repeated.

Harry smiled and Hermione laughed. He loved it when she laughed; she looked so beautiful with a smile to compliment her pretty features. Her dark eyes lit up with happiness. Gorgeous, warm chocolate eyes reflected the candlelight, making Harry feel light with awe and amazement. Her eyes had always made himfeel so exposed, yet so complete. Harry would always become upset whenever someone had mentioned Hermione's 'brown eyes' for they were not 'brown'; they were everything but the plain and boring color. Her eyes made him fell so unworthy to be locked in their gaze, so how could a simple 'brown' make him feel so weak in the knees? It can't. Harry no longer wanted pumpkin pie, he needed those chocolate eyes.

Hermione broke their gaze and blushed as she tucked a strand of brunette hair behind her ear; Harry knew she was embarrassed from his staring. He turned away, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment, suddenly fearing that she had suddenly figured out that he no longer looked at her than just as his best friend. At least she hadn't realised it earlier; he had liked her ever since 3rd year. When he had wrapped his arms around her to protect her from Lupin in his werewolf form, he noticed that her being in his arms felt right.

Harry's thought were interupted by some giggling. He turned his attention to Lavender and Parvati; they were looking between him and Hermione, trying to not laugh. His eyes widened at Parvati while Hermione cocked her eyebrow at Lavender, who had covered her face with her hands; her shoulders shaking. Just before Harry's mind could think of his stupidity of staring at Hermione with Lavender and Parvati within fifty feet of himself, the noise of students talking quieted. Harry looked around at the students, but his eyes caught sight of a standing, blue robed figure at the Staff table. Harry turned his attention and gazed at Professor Dumbledore.

"I have an important announcement concerning a special event taking place in three days, on Christmas," announced Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling at the students' anxious faces. Harry smiled weakly; he knew what it was. In fact, he and Hermione both knew from the letter informing them of their Head Boy and Girl positions.

"On Christmas night, the seventh years will be having a Yuletide Ball," said Dumbledore, looking at Harry. Harry looked back, his eyes slightly wider. Okaaaaay…why'd just look at me like that? Harry thought, but Dumbledore continued.

"But," he said louder to make himself heard over the sudden eruption of talking, "There is one question I know certain seventh years are asking, which I will now answer."

Dumbledore looked over at Ron, who looked anxious.

"I know that some seventh year students would like to take students from sixth year. Those students may take whomever they choose from different years," said Dumbledore. Instantly, Ron let out his held breath and grinned. Harry looked at him, but Ron was looking at Luna. Ron pointed to her then jabbed his thumb to his chest, indicating that he asked her to go with him. Luna nodded and quickly hid her face behind her magazine, but not before Harry noticed her cheeks take on a pink twinge.

"There will be a Hogsmead trip on Christmas Eve," said Dumbledore, "so the older students can get their robes and dresses for the ball. Now, good nighteveryone.Off to bed." With his last words, the deserts vanished. Students got up, talking about who liked who and who would go with whom.

Harry got up, and so did Ron and Hermione. Hermione began to walk to the double doors at the end of the hall. I wonder if she'd like to go to the ball with me, thought Harry, watching Hermione's long hair swish behind her as she walked.

"Come on, Harry," came Ron's voice to Harry's left. Harry blinked; the Great Hall was already almost empty of uniformed students. He quickly walked to the doors, wanting to catch up to Hermione. Ron jogged behind him, looking over people's heads for Luna. Harry turned his head to the staircase leading to the other corridors; Hermione was leaning on the banister, waiting for them, but had not spotted them yet.

"See ya, mate," said Ron, looking at Luna, who was about to disappear behind a corridor upstairs. Harry watched him run up the stairs, but his eyes quickly landed on Hermione again, who watched Ron running past her. Harry ran up to her.

She noticed him, and smiled.

"I guess Ron ditched us," said Hermione. Harry chuckled and began to ascend the staircase with her. As they walked down the torch lit corridors and onto the moving staircases, Harry kept replaying possible ways in his head on how to ask Hermione to the ball before some other bloke did.

A/N: This probably seems quite pointless, but there is more to come soon! If you liked it even a teeny, tiny bit, then please tell me.