Hey guys, that's one of my first attempts to write an English fanfiction, but English isn't my native language, so please be nice to me. I hope that my grammar isn't that bad.

This story will have five chapters. I'll upload every Sunday in Advent a chapter and the last one on Christmas.

I still need a beta, so if anyone would volunteer, I would be really happy. Just send me a PM

Disclaimer:

Sadly I don't own Harry Potter. Everything belongs to J. K. Rowling.

Summary:

I know that there are many alternate Yule ball stories out there. I decided to write one myself. It's about Harry asking Hermione to the ball.

How will he ask her? How will they learn to dance? Will Ron be a prat? What happens on the evening of the ball?

If you want to know, you just have to read on.

Chapter one – The unexpected task

„Who is your date for the Yule ball, Harry?" Ron asked his mate while fumbling around with his tie. The black haired boy just sighed while trying to tam his hair (without much luck). His best mate was bugging him with that question since he knew Harry had a date for the ball. It was quite annoying.

"Oh come on." the redhead urged him. "You can tell me, after all I'm your best mate. Does that mean nothing to you?" Now he was trying to cut off the quillings of his sleeves. "It's enough that Hermione won't say anything about her date either, at least you could tell me."

Harry just sighed asking himself if Hermione has to go through the same as him.

"Oh come on Hermione. You can tell us with whom you're going." Parvati teased her roommate while applying some make up. "She is right. Just tell us. It's not like we won't know soon. So you can tell us now." nagged Lavender, the other girl in the dorm.

Hermione just rolled her eyes annoyed. Those two were never going to leave her alone. "Well like you said yourself Lavender, you´ll know soon. So I suppose you can still wait another hour." She said while fighting with her bushy hair. It was a nightmare and curled in every direction, just not in the direction the brunette wanted.

"That means you can tell us right now Herms." Lavender was not leaving her alone.

"You'll see soon enough and now could you please leave me alone." Hermione lost her patience and snapped at the girl.

"Pff, come on Pav. Someone is being a jerk." The girl marched out of the room, holding her head high. Parvati just smiled apologizing at Hermione and hurried after her best friend.

The left girl just shook her head and continued trying to get her hair in a knot. She asked herself if Harry had to go through the same with Ron. That boy could be quite stubborn sometimes. He was bugging herself and Harry for weeks. But they had both agreed it would be the best for her, if no one knew about this. Her mind started to wander back.

"Harry, help me." Ron whined fighting with his dress robes. "I look like my great-aunt Tessy." He smelled at himself "And I even smell like my great-aunt Tessy." Harry just looked pitifully at his mate but his thoughts started to wander to a moment a few weeks ago.

Flashback

Harry walked out of the transfiguration classroom, in his mind echoing the words of his professor. 'I expect you and your date … open the ball … dancing'. A date, he, who never ever had a girlfriend should get a date and open a ball, dancing. He couldn't dance. Dudley took some dancing lessons over the summer, but his aunt and his uncle didn't even ask Harry if he wanted to come too (not that he wanted). He nearly walked past Hermione, lost in his thoughts, scaring fantasies running through his mind. Compared to this task he would love to fight against the Hungarian horntail again.

"Hermione, I'm starving." Ron whined. He and the brunette witch were standing in front of the transfiguration classroom, waiting for their fried. "Oh honestly Ronald, can't you wait for a few minutes?" the young witch asked annoyed. "But I'm hungry." He continued his voice an annoying whining. Hermione glared at him. "Well, then go ahead. I'll wait for Harry." "Alright, see you later." The redhead just yelled, already running in the direction of the great hall.

Shaking her head the young witch looked after him. Sometimes she wondered if the world of her friend was just made out of food and Quidditch. Before she could ponder more about the youngest Weasley boy, Harry was walking past her. For a moment she looked confused after the boy, before starting to run, trying to catch up with him.

"Harry, wait up. What happened?" Hermione gasped, not used to running. The black haired boy looked startled for a moment. He had been lost in his thoughts.

"Professor McGonegall said that there'll be a Yule ball and I have to find a date." Harry exclaimed loudly. The young witch just looked at her friend, trying her best not to laugh. The black haired boy looked absolutely terrified. Fighting against a dragon - no problem. Asking a girl on a date - a very big problem. Finally she gave in and laughed heartily.

Harrys face darkened as the know-it-all of Gryffindor started to laugh at him. "What the hell are you laughing at?" Hermione tried to calm down, after she saw the dark look her friend gave her. Between some giggles she tried to explain herself.

"Sorry Harry. You just looked so terrified." After she received a glare from him she quickly continued. "So, where is the problem?" she asked, trying to seem clueless.

Harry looked disbelievingly at the young girl. Wasn't she supposed to know everything? Instead she asked such a stupid question. But as he looked at her face he knew that she knew what was bothering him. Why did she even ask?

"I haven't the faintest clue which girl I should ask on a date." He exclaimed desperate.

"Oh come on, there must be someone you want to ask." Hermione teased him, but silently hoping that he would ask her.

"Um … well … yes … I like Cho, but I don't know her that well. Parvati and Lavender just giggle too much." He pauses am moment to think. "And Ginny is too young, besides she is Rons sister and she has a crush on me. I don't see her that way."

Hermione waited for him to continue, but he wasn't talking anymore.

"Isn't there another girl, maybe?" she asked, hoping that he would get the hint.

"No." the young wizard just said after a moment of thinking.

The brunette witch felt her hopes shattered. Trying her best not to look hurt she turned around.

"Well, I'm sure you'll find someone. After all you're a triwizard champion and the boy-who-lived. I'll go in the library. See you later in the common room."

"Hermione wait, don´t you want to eat?" Harry called after her, but she was out of his sight, before he could stop her.

Why did she look hurt? Harry asked himself what could have happened. He just sighed and walked down to the great hall. Why were girls so complicated?

Flashback end

Harry smiled to himself, he had been such an idiot back then.

"Hey mate, snap out of it. We must go to meet our dates." The voice of his best friend brought him back to reality.

"Well, go ahead. I won't meet her in the great hall. See you at the ball." Harry just told him absently, his mind already starting to wander to his date again. Ron just looked confused at his friend. If he wasn't going to meet his date down in the great hall, she had to be a Gryffindor, right? "So, the mysterious girl is in our house?"

"Ron, could you please leave it alone? You'll know soon." The youngest champion just sighed, once again fighting with his hair.

The redhead finally gave in. "Oh well, keep your secret to yourself. At least, you've got a date. I feel so sorry for the poor girl."

Harry looked confused over to his mate. About whom was he talking? Harry glanced at Neville, who just shrugged with his shoulders, in his face showing the same confusion as the young champion felt.

"Who the hell are you talking about?" the black haired boy asked his best friend. Neville was also looking interested at Ron.

Ron gazed at both of them. Were they playing tricks on him? Why they asked such a stupid question? But Harry and Neville seemed pretty clueless.

"I talk about Hermione of course. I mean, why did she say, that she has a date and won't tell us?" Ron looked expectantly at his roommates, but they still looked pretty confused.

"Because you two would've teased her mercilessly?" Neville suggested.

Ron just shook his head. Sometimes his dorm mate could be pretty clueless, but his best friend wasn't better, he even nodded his agreement to the round faced boy.

"Don't be stupid. She didn't tell us, because she has no one." Ron exclaimed, obviously proud of himself, because he was able to figure it out and his dorm mates weren't. "See you later." And with this he marched out of the door.

Harry looked confused over to Neville.

"Do you have the faintest clue what he was talking about?"

The round faced boy just shook his head.

"Why do you ask me? He is your best mate. But besides, I don't know what he meant."

What did Ron mean with that? Why shouldn't Hermione have a date? The black haired boy thought hard, but came to no resolution. Shrugging his shoulders he gave up. Turning to his dorm mate he said.

"We should go to the common room."

Neville just nodded and walked after Harry down the stairs. Both boys were pretty nervous. Their faces were pale.

Harry's thoughts wandered off again, to the day he asked her.

Flashback start

Harry sat down beside Ron, who was stuffing his face with everything that he could reach from his place. The green eyed boy just looked envious to his best friend. He didn't need to worry about being a triwizard champion and he didn't need to worry about opening the ball. Of course it would look better if the redhead would find himself a date, but there also wouldn't be a problem if he has no one. For all these facts Harry envied him.

"So, what did old McG wanted?" Ron asked the black haired boy, thankfully after swallowing his food.

"I need to find a date and open the ball with the other champions – dancing Ron, dancing."

The youngest Weasly boy nearly spat his pumpkin juice over the whole table.

"You need to what?!" he coughed after he could breathe again.

"I need to find a date and open the ball with the other champions – dancing." Harry repeated.

Ron looked at Harry with a horrified expression, but then he started to chuckle.

"I feel sorry for you mate." the red haired boy said, silently laughing to himself.

Harry just sighed.

"Geez, thanks mate, you're not helping here. "

"Which girl do you want to ask?" Ron questioned his best mate when he calmed down.

"Well, THAT'S my problem, I haven't the faintest clue."

The red haired boy seemed to think for a moment.

"I'm sure you will find someone, after all you're the youngest triwizard champion ever and you're the boy who lived."

With these words Ron turned his attention back on his plate and stared to shuffle everything eatable in his mouth.

Harry sighed and looked around the great hall. He never realised that there were so much girls in Hogwarts. Giggling girls, who always wandered around in herds. Would one of these girls want to go with him?

Suddenly he didn't feel hungry anymore. Instead he felt a little sick.

"I'll go to the common room. See you later."

"Whatever suits you mate." Ron replied chewing.

To Harrys utter surprise Rons words were proving themselves right. He had barely left the hall before a girl asked him to the ball. It was a pretty fifth year of Hufflepuff Harry never spoke before. He turned her down without even thinking about it further. She seemed pretty hurt, but nevertheless rushed away.

Harry hurried his way through the castle. He didn't want such an unpleasant encounter again. But, like he noticed before, there were many girls at Hogwarts, and at least four asked him to the Yule ball. He turned all of them down without much thinking. Most of them had been older and taller than he was. It would look ridiculous, if he went to the ball with a girl a lot taller than himself. Besides he didn't know any of them and they just wanted the boy who lived and the triwizard champion and not Harry.

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