Forever in a Day

BY : ProfessorQuill
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
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Forever in a Day

“Stupid Ball.” Ron grumbled, yanking his robes over his head and tossing them angrily to the floor. 

Harry nodded in agreement. The Yule ball hadn’t quite gone the way either of them had hoped. Both of them had been right prats to their dates, something Harry was really starting to feel guilty about. Harry finished changing into his pajamas, blew out his candle, and crawled into bed while Ron continued to mutter angrily to himself. It was several minutes before he stopped muttering and started snoring, and honestly, he wasn’t sure which was worse. As he laid on his back, slowly drifting off to sleep, his last thought was wishing he had done things differently. 

Waking the next morning before any of his dorm mates, Harry took a quick shower before heading downstairs. As he walked through the Common Room, it was buzzing with activity. Groups of students gathered together on almost all of the available seats, talking excitedly. Making his way to the portrait hole, he overhead a few of them going on about the Yule ball. He let out a sigh when he made it into the hall, he’d been hoping that the excitement would calm down once the Ball was over.

Reaching the Great Hall, he quickly spotted Hermione’s distinctive head of bushy brown hair and made his way over to her. 

“Morning, Hermione.” he said as he dropped into the seat next to her. 

“Morning, Harry.” she greeted him, smiling brightly. 

As Harry loaded a plate with eggs, bacon, and toast, he noticed she look oddly excited. 

“What’s got you so excited?” he asked.


Hermione’s answer was cut off when Ron fell into the seat next to her, a disgruntled look on his face. Harry mentally braced himself for another row between his two best friends. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked Harry gruffly as he started filling a plate. 

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.” he said with a shrug.” I thought you’d want to sleep in after last night.

Ron looked at him oddly and tilted his head to the side. 

“Last night?” he asked in confusion. 

Harry opened his mouth to talk, but just as he did, Dumbledore stood and tapped his fork against the side of his goblet. Quickly, all talking ceased in the Hall and everyone turned their attention to the aged Headmaster. It gave Harry an odd sense of déjà vu as he remembered him doing the same thing the day before. 

“If I could have everyone’s attention for a moment.” Dumbledore called out loudly. “Thank you. Now, as I’m sure all of you are aware, tonight, we are holding the traditional Yule Ball as part of the Triwizard tournament.” 

“What?” Harry whispered in shock as the rest of the hall chattered excitedly. 

Hermione shushed him while keeping her full attention on Professor Dumbledore.

“Yes, I’m sure you are all as excited as I am. As you all know, it is also a tradition to wait until the day of the Ball to ask one of these lovely young ladies to be your date.”

A sinking feeling grew in his stomach as he listened to Dumbledore give the exact same speech, and watched the Hall react in the exact same way they had the day before. 

“I wish you all the best of luck, and I look forward to seeing you all later tonight.” Dumbledore concluded. 

The Hall broke into loud, excited chatter and several of the boldest stood and approached the girl they wanted to take to the Ball. Just as he remembered, four boys rushed over to Fleur Delacour and asked her to be their date. Harry didn’t sit to watch them be reject, he stood abruptly and walked as fast as he could to the Head Table. 

“Professor Dumbledore, I need to talk to you.” he said immediately, working to hold down his growing panic. 

“The Headmaster is too busy to deal with your petty problems, Potter.” Snape sneered. “Return to your seat.”

“It’s quite alright, Severus.” Dumbledore said, holding up a wrinkled hand. “I’m sure Harry has a good reason for needing my attention.”

“I do.” Harry said quickly, ignoring Snape’s comment entirely. “Professor I really need to talk to you, privately.”

Dumbledore looked at him closely, his bright blue eyes seeming to see right through him. 

“Very well. My office?”

Harry nodded and Dumbledore wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood. He walked behind him impatiently as they walked to his office on the second floor. It seemed to take longer than usual for the moving spiral staircase to get in position. When they entered the office, the aged wizard took a seat behind his desk, steepling his fingers as he watched Harry pace back and forth in agitation. 

“What is it you needed to talk about, Harry?” he asked. 

Now that he was here, he didn’t even know where to start, or even if he should. What if he was wrong and yesterday was some kind of really vivid dream. What if-


Snapping his head up to look at Dumbledore’s concerned face, he took a deep breath. 

“Sir, I think I’ve gone back in time.” he said hesitantly. 

“What makes you think that?” the Headmaster asked curiously. 

“Because I went to the Ball yesterday.” he said, still pacing back and forth. “You gave the exact same speech, everyone in the Hall reacted the same way, it was all the same.”

“Have you some in contact with a Time Turner recently?” 

“No.” Harry said, shaking his head. “Wait. You believe me?”

“Of course.” Dumbledore said. “Harry, since you have come to this school, the impossible seems to happen on a regular basis. In fact, at this point, I'd find it suspicious if something incredible didn’t happen around you.”

Harry smiled at him, his mind calming. If anyone could figure out what was happening and stop it, it was Albus Dumbledore. Feeling slightly better, he took a seat in one of the comfortable chintz chairs in front of the desk. 

“Now, did anything strange happen? Any bright lights, anything strange at all?” he asked.

“No.” Harry said after a moment’s thought. 

“What happened right before you were sent back in time, what were you doing?” Dumbledore asked. 

“After the ball ended, I went to bed and when I woke up, it was the same day all over again.” he explained.

“No strange dreams?”

“No, sir.”

Dumbledore hummed and leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard for a long moment before he spoke again. 

“I’m sorry Harry, but that’s not much to go on.”

Harry deflated, his shoulders slumping.

“Don’t look do down, Harry. You have an opportunity that few ever get.” he said, his blue eyes twinkling. 

Harry looked at him questioningly. 

“A second chance.” he elaborated.

“But don’t I have to worry about not changing the past?” Harry asked in concern. 

“Well, since two Harry Potter’s didn’t wake up in your bed this morning, I don’t think we have to worry about that.” he answered.

“You don’t think?”

Dumbledore shrugged and lifted his hands, palms up. 

“I’ll be honest Harry, what you’re describing shouldn’t be possible. I quite honestly have no idea what happened to you. I'll look into it as much as I can, but hopefully, you can repeat today and tomorrow everything will go back to normal.” he said with a reassuring smile. 

“So, I don’t have to worry about changing things and creating a world ending paradox?” he asked, just to make sure. 

“You've already changed things just by being here in my office. If a paradox were going to happen, I believe it already would have.” Dumbledore told him.

Harry didn’t know whether to be relieved or terrified by the thought, but he nodded anyways. 

“As I said, I'll look into this as much as I can, however, I do need to start making arrangements for the Ball tonight.” he said.

“Oh, right.” Harry said, taking that as his dismissal. 

Just before he reached the door, Dumbledore called out to him. 

“Oh, and Harry.”

“Yes, Professor.” he said, turning back with his hands still on the doorknob.

“Do try to enjoy yourself at the Ball tonight. As I said earlier, very few people get a second chance in life, and never quite like this.” he said with a mysterious smile. 

“I will. Thanks, Professor.” Harry replied.

“You’re welcome, Harry.” Dumbledore said as he stepped onto the staircase. 

After leaving Dumbledore’s office, Harry wandered through the halls aimlessly as he decided to take his advice. Last night, the Ball had been a bit a disaster. Now, he had a chance to do it right. As he wandered through the castle, his thoughts turned to who he could take to the Ball this time. Last time, he had gone with Parvati because he had waited till the last minute, and she was one of the few girls left without a date. He could ask her again, but, while she was certainly attractive, they really didn’t have that much in common. He also knew that Cedric had asked Cho to be his date right after breakfast, so she wasn’t an option. That’s when Harry remembered another girl that he liked who wouldn’t have a date for a couple of hours yet. 

He had asked Katie last time as well, but because of his procrastination, he had been about fifteen minutes too late. Smiling to himself, Harry turned and made his way to the front lawn, where he knew she would be. Fred and George had gathered a mass of students for a giant snowball fight and had talked the whole Quidditch team into joining. Trudging through the ankle-deep snow, he was hit square in the face with snowball the moment he rounded the base of Ravenclaw Tower. The freezing cold ball of fluff melted against his warm skin and dripped down under his collar, sending shivers down his spine. 

“Sorry Harry!” Susan Bones called out apologetically.

Giving her a playful glare, he bent down and quickly packed a handful of snow into a loose ball before hurling at her. With a surprised yelp she ducked out of the way just in time. The snowball sailed over her head and smack Justin Finch-Fletchley directly in the mouth. 

“Nice one, Harry!” George yelled.

The Gryffindors had dug a waist high trench in the snow and were crouched behind it as they lobbed snowballs over to the Hufflepuff trench. Rushing forward as more snowballs were pelted at him, he slid into the trench, coming to stop between Katie and George. She looked at him and smiled brightly as he sat with his back resting against the trench wall, her brown eyes sparkling and her cheeks pink from the cold. A small lock of her dark brown hair fell out of her snow hat and stuck to her sweaty forehead. 

“Having fun?” he asked with a smile. 

“Most fun I’ve had all year.” she answered brightly. 

The snowball fight went on for over an hour as the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs traded shots back and forth. It came to an end when Susan and Hannah decided to levitate a large mound of snow over their heads and drop it. Harry remembered what was going to happen and pulled Katie out of the way just as the snow fell.

“GAH!” Someone yelled. 

Everyone looked over to see Fred and George covered in heaps of snow and fell into gales of laughter as they frantically tried to unbury themselves. The girls on both sides decided to call it quits after that to go get ready for the Ball. As he watched Katie leave with Angelina and Alicia, he took a moment to work up his courage before chasing after her. 

“Kaite, wait up!” He called out. 

Thankfully, she waved Angelina and Alicia to go on without her as she stopped to wait for him. When he caught up, all of his courage seemed to escape him in an instant, leaving him standing next to her awkwardly. 

“Did you need something, Harry?” she asked curiously. 

“Er, right well...” he stammered before taking a deep breath. “I-I was wondering if you wanted to go to the ball with me?”

His nerves were calmed when she smiled widely at him, rather than the sad, apologetic smile she had given him last time. 

“I’d love to.” she said happily. “Meet me in the Common Room at six?”

“Yeah.” he said with a wide, goofy grin. “Great.”

There was a moment of awkward silence as they stared at each other and then looked away nervously, still with wide grins on their faces. Suddenly, Katie leaned forward and hugged him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Harry moved woodenly as he hugged her around the waist for a moment before she pulled back.

“So, I'll see you later tonight?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then.” 



With a nervous wave, Katie took a couple steps backwards before she turned and walked back to the castle. Harry had just let out a relieved sigh when he felt two people stand on either side of him and wrap their arms around his shoulders. 

“Way to go, Harrykins.” the Weasley twin to his right said.

“They grow up so fast, don’t they Fred?” said the one on his left, presumably George. 

“Indeed, they do George.” Fred said solemnly. 

“At least we can always count on Ron to always need our help.” George pointed out. 

“Alas, it seems he’ll always need his wise and handsome older brothers.” Fred replied. 

“I don’t suppose you know anyone mad enough to take our little brother to the Ball, do you Harry?” George asked. 

“Actually, I think I might.” Harry said smiling. 

After he, along with Fred and George pestered Ron into asking Parvati to the Ball, Harry spent a few hours lounging around the Common Room, playing games and talking with the rest of the male Gryffindors until it was time to get ready. When he was done helping Ron fix his robes as best they could, he donned his own dress robes and headed down to the Common Room to wait for Katie. Sitting on the couch near the fire, he watched a few of his classmates greet their dates as they came down the stairs for a few minutes before Katie came down. 

She looked stunning in her crimson red dress. It was tight and form fitting at the top, with a low neck that showed the tops of her medium sized breasts. The bottom hugged her hips tightly then fell loose around her legs, a slit up the right side giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her long, toned leg. Her dark hair was done up in a tight bun with a few loose strands framing her face. A light amount of makeup accentuated her lovely brown eyes, and her pouty lips glistened a dark red. She looked almost unrecognizable from the tomboy Quidditch player he had known for the past three and a half years, but she still had the same bright, friendly smile he knew so well. 

“Wow, er, you look great!” Harry stammered nervously. 

“You, too.” she said happily, her hands coming up to straighten his lapel with a playful smile. “Didn’t think I ever see you in a tux.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you in a dress.” he replied easily. 

Katie blushed lightly and ran her hands over her dress self-consciously.  

“You really do look beautiful.” Harry said reassuringly in a soft voice.

“Thank you.” she said with a beaming grin.

Suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek softly, and he could feel heat rise in his face. 

“So, er, are you ready to go?” he asked, offering her his arm.

Katie wrapped her arm through his, her brown eyes sparkling excitedly as he led her out of the Common Room. As they joined the flow of students headed towards the Great Hall, they were talking about the possibility of organizing a Quidditch game between Gryffindor and the Durmstrang students when one of the portraits called out to them drunkenly. 

“Oh, you two look absolutely lovely together!” The painting of a short, round witch crowed loudly. 

Harry blushed heavily and led Katie away quickly as she giggled next to him, her own cheeks going a light pink. Mercifully, there weren’t any other incidents and his blush had faded by the time they reached the Entrance Hall. There was of stream of French and Bulgarian students coming in through the open doors, but oddly there was no draft from the cold winter night outside. 

“So, what do we-” Katie began.

“Mr. Potter! Ms. Bell! Over here please.” McGonagall called out to them over the babble of the growing crowd. 

Harry led Katie over to where Professor McGonagall was waiting with the other Champions and their dates. They exchanged greetings with everyone, and he smirked at her stunned exclamation when she saw Hermione, remembering his own reaction the last time. Before he knew it, McGonagall was gathering them in front of the doors for the first dance. Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously as they waited for the doors to open. Katie squeezed his arm lightly and gave him a reassuring smile. He smiled back at her and took a calming breath just as the heavy oak doors swung inward. 

Harry did his best to ignore the staring, clapping crowd he led Katie over to their table. He was really glad he chose to go with her this time, conversation came easy and helped him to relax. In fact, he was enjoying himself so much that he didn’t even think about Cho sitting across from. Far too son in his opinion, it was time for the first dance. Taking Katie by the hand, he led her out onto the dance floor and tentatively rested his hand on her waist. 

The band started playing and all thoughts of the crowd watching them fell away as he focused on dancing with the beautiful, smiling girl in front of him. He stumbled with his steps a few times, but Katie’s effortless movements guided him back on tempo. Soon, other couples joined the Champions on the floor, and he relaxed a bit more, knowing they wouldn’t be focusing on him. After the first couple of songs, the band started to play a slower song, and Harry froze nervously when he saw the couples around him hold each other close as they swayed to the beat. 

“Do you want to take a break?” Katie asked. 

“We can stay, if you want.” Harry said, determined to be a good date this time around. 

Her brilliant smile told him he had made the right choice. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her body against his. Tentatively, he slid his hands around to the small of her back and licked his suddenly dry lips. As they slowly spun in place, rocking lightly to the music, Katie rested her head on his shoulder. Harry marveled at the feeling over her lithe, warm body in his arms and how her soft breasts pressed against his chest, the smell of her flowery perfume filling his nose. Swallowing thickly, he looked around at the other couples, trying to distract himself for the arousal he felt before something embarrassing happened. 

His eyes passed over several couples dancing happily, but he noticed two things that bothered him. Hermione didn’t look nearly as happy dancing with Krum as she had acted the last time, and Ron was sitting sulkily at a table next to a disgruntled looking Parvati. He felt a twinge of guilt for setting them up when he knew Ron wasn’t going to be a good date. That was twice now he had ruined her evening, though indirectly this time, he still felt responsible. He vowed to make it up to her when he got a chance. 

Turning his attention back to Hermione the next time he was turned in her direction, he noticed how uncomfortable she looked with Krum. It made him wonder if he was somehow responsible for her not enjoying herself as much, or if her night simply got better later. Before her argument with Ron, she had looked quite pleased with her date, much more than she did now. Hermione noticed him looking and took a moment to give him a smile and a wave. He waved back at her just as his spun turned him away from her. 

A couple of minutes later, the song ended, and the band announced they were going to take a short break. 

“Do you want to go get a drink?” he asked Katie.

“Sure.” she said with a wide smile and flushed cheeks. 

Harry led them over to the drinks table where they met up with Fred and George, along with their dates, Alicia and Angelina respectively. 

“Hey Katie!” Angelina called out. “How’s your night going?”

“Brilliant!” she replied enthusiastically. 

“If you think you’re having fun now, wait until you’ve had the punch.” George said with a mischievous grin just as Harry handed her a glass. 

“What did you do?” Alicia asked, eyeing her glass suspiciously.

“Nothing” The twins said together. 

“What makes you think we did anything?” Fred asked innocently.

“You think it’s safe?” Katie asked Harry in a whisper. 

he thought back but remember them doing anything to the punch last time, although he wouldn’t put it passed them. As Angelina and Alicia continued to question their dates, Harry looked at Katie, shrugged, and downed half his glass. They waited for a few seconds, waiting in anticipation for something to happen.

“Anything?” he asked.

“I don’t think so.” she said, eyeing him closely. 

“No horns?” he asked half-jokingly. 

“Nope.” she said with a smile.

“Seems safe to drink.” he told her.

Angelina noticed them drink the punch without any ill effects and glared at George.

“You prat.” she said, smacking his arm. 

“Oi, we told you we didn’t do anything.” he said, rubbing his arm but grinning. 

Harry shook his head at their antics and looked around the Hall. 

“Hey, you guys want to go sit for a few minutes.” Harry asked the group as his eyed landed on Ron and Parvati.

After they agreed, he took Katie by the hand and led them over to Ron’s table in a dark corner of the Hall. 

“Finally remembered me, did you?” Ron snarked when he got close. 

Harry blinked at him, surprised by the anger directed at him. 

“You could’ve just asked him to dance, Ron.” Fred joked. 

Ron’s ears went red as everyone else laughed at the joke. With an angry scoff, he glared at his brother and sat back against the table arms folded over his chest. As everyone took seats around the table, Harry knew he needed to talk to Ron before he made a scene. 

“Hey Parvati, mind if I borrow your date for a minute.” he asked. 

“No.” she said shortly, turning to glare at Ron. 

As Ron stood and marched away to an empty table next to theirs, Harry leaned down to whisper in Katie’s ear. 

“I need to talk to him for a minute. Can you try and cheer up Parvati?” he asked quietly.

“I’ll try, but I don’t think there’s much I can do.” she whispered back. 

“Thanks.” he said with a smile. 

On a whim, Harry turned his head and kissed her on the cheek softly. Fred and Geroge wolf whistled loudly, causing him and Katie to blush as Angelina and Alicia smacked their shoulders. Leaving quickly to avoid any more embarrassment, he grabbed Ron’s robes and pulled him further away so they could talk privately. 

“Now, what’s your problem?” he asked Ron quietly. 

“My problem?” Ron hissed back incredulously. “You’re the one that been ignoring me all night.”

“I have a date." Harry growled in frustration. “And so do you, in case you’ve forgotten. Are you seriously angry with me for dancing with a pretty girl at a Ball?”

“You said you hated dancing.” Ron grumbled.

“Have you seen what she’s wearing?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ron glanced over his shoulder at Katie.

“She does look pretty hot.” he admitted.

“Yeah, so does Parvati, and I can promise you, dancing with her will be a lot more fun than sitting her sulking.” 

“I hate dancing.” Ron said, a sour look on his face.

“Look,” Harry said, trying a different tact. “Parvati is one of the biggest gossips in the school, right?”


“So, if she doesn't have fun, the whole school is going to know about it by tomorrow. Do you have any idea how hard it will be for you get another date after that?” he asked.

Ron’s face paled and his eyes widened as he looked frantically over at Parvati. 

“Bugger. I didn’t think of that.” he said. “What am I going to do, Harry?”

“Ask her to dance, tell he she looks nice. Come on, Ron, it’s not that difficult.” he told him.

“But I don’t know how to dance.” Ron whined. 

“Then ask her to teach you.” Harry said with a shrug. “Now, come on.”

Turning away, Harry walked back over to the table and sat down next to Katie, who was still trying to cheer up Parvati with little success. 

“Did it work?” she whispered in his ear, her warm breath ghosting over his ear and causing goosebumps to raise on his skin. 

“I think so.” he whispered back, his voice cracking. 

Harry cleared his throat, blushing lightly as Katie smiled at him and squeezed his hand under the table. Just then, Ron returned, and they watched him closely as he sat down next to Parvati. She glanced at him before looking away and pointedly ignoring him. Ron turned to Harry with a helpless look. Sighing, he nodded subtly to Parvati, urging him on. The red head to a fortifying breath and cleared his throat. 

“Er, Parvati.” he said nervously, getting her attention. “You, er, you look n-nice.”

“Oh, thank you.” she said, looking at him curiously. 

Fred had a mischievous smirk on his face and opened his mouth to undoubtedly insult Ron, only to gasp in pain when Angelina stomped on his foot. Harry smiled at her thankfully, and got a wink in return, as Fred grumbled and lifted his leg to rub his sore foot. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I can have you attention.” Dumbledore called out, silencing the crowd. “It’s my pleasure to introduce our surprise band for the evening, the Weird Sisters!”

The Hall broke into raucous applause and cheers as the most popular Wizarding band in Britian took the stage. Waving to the crowd of students gathering around the stage, they picked up their instruments and began playing. 

“Ooh, I love this song!” Parvati exclaimed, glancing pointedly at Ron. 

Again, Ron looked at him in askance, a lost look on his face. Harry sighed quietly and nodded towards Parvati as she bobbed her head to the music. Licking his lips nervously, Ron turned to Parvati. 

“Er, do you, uh, do you want to dance?” Ron stammered.

Parvati looked at him in surprise but smiled brightly.

“Yes!” She said excitedly, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of his chair. “You know, I was worried you weren’t ever going to ask me to dance.”

Ron looked back over his shoulder at Harry with a frightened look on his face as Parvati dragged him onto the dance floor. Parvati danced smoothly and gracefully, facing Ron and taking both of his hands in hers. Ron, on the other hand, was quite possibly the worst dancer in the world as he stomped from side to side, his gangly limbs and giant feet making his movements look even more awkward. Fred and George looked at each other and smiled before standing and pulling their dates on to the dance floor. Harry and Katie laughed as the twins flapped their arms and swung their legs in the oddest form of dancing they had ever seen. 

“Do you want to dance?” he asked Katie once they had calmed. 

“As long as you promise not to dance like that.” she said humorously, nodding her head towards Ron and the twins. 

“If I even look like that, please, hex me.” he said jokingly. 

Katie giggled as he stood, offering her a hand up and then leading her on to the dance floor. 

The couple laughed and smiled for the next half an hour as they danced to the Weird Sisters most popular songs. Eventually, they played another slow song, and Harry was holding Katie close as they swayed to the music. 

“That was a really nice thing you did, talking Ron into dancing with Parvati.” Katie said softly into his ear.  

Harry shrugged lightly, mindful of her head on his shoulder. 

“I’m the one that told Ron to ask her. I kinda felt like it was my fault she wasn’t enjoying herself.” he muttered modestly. 

“Still, it was really nice of you.” she said, turning her head to kiss his cheek. 

Harry lifted his head and turned to look at her, his eyes falling unconsciously to her glossy red lips. As they stared at each other, their face only a couple of inches apart, he tilted his head slightly to the side and leaned forward slowly. His eyes closed at he kissed her full, soft lips. Katie inhaled sharply through her nose and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling his head forward more firmly as her lips moved against his. Harry stroked his fingertip up and down her lower back with a feather light touch, causing her to moan against his lips. When he parted his lips to suck in a breath, Katie slipped her tongue into his mouth while her hands tugged at his hair lightly. 

Daringly, as his tongue slid along hers, tasting her, he slid his hands down her back and over her small, perky bum. Gently, he rested his palms on her round, muscular cheeks over her thin dress. Closing her lips around his bottom lip and sucked on it lightly as she pulled back. Harry couldn’t help the wide, goofy grin on his face as he looked at her flushed, smiling face. That’s when they both noticed the slow song they had been dancing to had ended, and the students around them were dancing to a much more energetic song.

“Can we go for a walk?” she asked breathlessly over the loud music. 

“Yeah.” he said with a nod. 

As she grabbed his hand and led him off the dance floor, Harry reached down and tried to surreptitiously adjust himself into a more comfortable position. Katie led him out of the Entrance Hall and into the courtyard lit only by the moon and flying, glowing faeries. As they walked hand in hand, it took his eyes a few moments to adjust to the darkness. When they did, he quickly noticed that every couple he saw was snogging heavily, oblivious to the world around them. Swallowing thickly, he turned and looked over at Katie with wide eyes. Giggling at him, she pulled him behind an unoccupied bush, pushed his back up against the stone wall, and kiss him hard. 

Harry was quick to get over his surprise and pulled her close as his tongue darted between her soft lips. Katie pressed herself against him firmly, her breasts squashed against his chest and his thigh grinding against his rapidly rising excitement. Moving his hands back down to her perk bottom, he cupped her cheeks firmly, enjoying the way her flesh gave way under his firm grip. Grinding her waist against him even harder, he knew she must be able to feel his erection pressing into her thigh. As they continued to snog heatedly, Harry slid his hands up his sides, his palms brushing the sides of her full, round breasts. 

A sensual moan left her throat, driving him on. Harry slipped one of his hands between their bodies and rested it on her soft, fleshy mounds, the firm globe flattened slightly as she pressed against him firmly. Her stiff nipple, swollen with excitement, rubbed against his palm through the thin material of her crimson dress. Katie pulled back from his slightly, giving his hand room to gently squeeze her full, warm breast, his fingertips tracing over the smooth, soft skin above the low neckline of her dress. Moving her hands down slowly, she slid them over his strong shoulders, down his hard chest and muscled abs, pausing at his belt. As one hand moved to rest on his hip, her other hand trace lightly down his thigh until her fingertips brushed against his hard, swollen length through his pants. 

“Stebbins! Moore! Two nights detention!” 

Harry and Katie jumped apart and snapped their heads to the side. Snape was gliding through the courtyard, a malicious smirk on his lips as he doled out detentions to anyone caught in a compromising position. Fortunately, the bush they were hiding behind block them from view. 

“Come on.” Harry whispered urgently

Grabbing her by the hand, Harry pulled her into the covered archway surrounding the courtyard and through a side door leading back into the castle. Sneaking back into the Entrance Hall, Katie burst into a fit of giggles, her eyes sparkling as she smiled brightly. Despite his disappointment at being interrupted, he couldn’t help but smile back at her. 

Making their way back to the Ball, Harry and Katie spent the next couple of hours dancing and laughing with their friends. Unfortunately, just like the last time, towards the end of the dance, Ron and Hermione had another row. Harry sighed as he watched them scream at each other and storm off angrily in different directions. Soon after, the clock struck midnight and the band packed up as the students shuffled back to their Common Rooms. 

Hand in hand, Harry walked Katie back to Gryffindor Tower, both of them walking slowly as neither wanted the night to end. The Common Room was empty when the eventually arrived, and he stood facing Katie at the bottom of the stairs leading to the girls’ dorms. 

“I had a really great time tonight, Harry.” Katie said with a wide smile. 

“Me too. Do you think we could go out again some time?” he asked nervously.

“I’d love to.” she said happily. 

Tilting her head up, she gave him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips. 

“Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, Katie.”

He watched as she slowly climbed the step, her hips swaying enticingly under her clinging dress. Pausing at the landing, she looked over her shoulder at him, a knowing smile on her lips as he snapped his eyes back up to her face. With a final wave, she disappeared up the steps, leaving Harry alone in the deserted Common Room. 

With a broad grin, Harry turned and headed up the stairs to his own dorm. When he got there, his dorm mates were already in bed and the lights were out. Quickly, Harry changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed. All things considered, he was quite glad he got a chance to relive this day, but he was relieved to finally see it end. His tiredness caught up with him and he quickly drifted off to sleep. 

Waking up the next morning, Harry took a brief shower before heading down into the Common Room. As he made his way to the entrance, his stomach sank as he heard his classmates talking excitedly about the Yule Ball. With growing unease, he raced out of the room and down to the Great Hall, where he jumped into a seat across from Hermione. 

“Morning, Harry” she greeted him.

“Hermione, what day is it?” he asked quickly. 

Hermione lifted her head, giving him an odd look. 


Her response was cut off as Dumbledore stood and tapped his fork against his goblet. The Hall fell silent, and Harry felt his stomach jump into his throat.

“If I could have everyone’s attention for a moment.” Dumbledore called out loudly. “Thank you. Now, as I’m sure all of you are aware, tonight, we are holding the traditional Yule Ball as part of the Triwizard tournament.”

“Oh shit.” Harry said softly. 

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