Hermione.

Harry didn't know where he found the courage to do it but he had asked his best friend Hermione Granger and she had said yes.

He was worried she would think he only asked to go as friends but he had told her the opposite. He wanted to go as an actual date. Both blushed at the idea but she agreed.

Now as he waited at the bottom of the stairs in his dress robes he was still feeling nervous. This was big and he knew that it would change their relationship one way or another.

He caught movement at the top of the stairs and his mouth went dry.

Hermione came down in a periwinkle blue dress. Her hair was done in a way he had never seen before and she was wearing makeup.

'Shes...bloody hell.'

When she reached the end where he waited it took him a minute for his brain to catch up.

"I...you look...beautiful." He finally spoke.

She blushed slightly. "Thank you. You look dashing."

"Thanks."

They were both nervous and it became awakened for a moment.

"We should get going." She finally said.

"Oh? Oh! Right!" Harry stammered.

She grinned back as she took his offered arm.

At the entrance to the ball the other champions were waiting. Victor with a girl from Beauxbatons. Fleur with her date and Cedric with Cho.

"Are you ready?" Hermione whispered.

"Not really." Harry confessed. "Ill do my best to not step on your feet."

"Harry." She caught his eyes. "You'll be fine."

"Only as long as I have you there."

"Always." She promised.

He smiled back and the doors opened.