'I can do it' he told himself, looking at the bushy haired girl across the library. 'You've been best friends for years, why is asking a simple question so hard?' the inquisitive part of his subconscious asked. 'You know this is different, what if she says no!' Harry practically yelled out and then effectively shut up the other voice by taking a couple apprehensive steps forward.
He had just been told that the champions of the Tri-Wizard tournament must bring a date and lead the opening dance. He had pouted at the unfairness of the cruel world but didn't argue for fear of the stout professor's wrath. He sucked it up and told himself if he had to go, he'd make it worthwhile.
And that's why harry was standing here in front of his best friend of four years: Hermione Granger.
"H-h-h-"
"Are you okay harry? You look like are about to faint," Hermione said, a concerned look marring her face as she turned around to face him.
"Y-yeah, I great, I feel good, wannagotodadancewithme?" he quickly sputtered out.
"Wat"
A/N
I would like to make it clear that this is supposed to be a humorous story. I wrote this when I was 14 and haven't edited it. That being said, I wrote it to reveal my writing style and how I am able to use diction and grammar. I may come back during a school break and change the "wat" ending into something more and expand upon this story, but for now, this is it.
P.S. the "wat" is supposed to look like the "wat" grandma. If you want to see it, simply look up "wat".
