Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
FIVE-THIRTHY. The clock shouts out the time, as she is getting ready. He said he would be
here at seven. She stares at her closet, as if she is lost in a big city. Clothes strewn all over the
Floor, looking for the perfect outfit, maybe he is the one, she hopes, after all the others. By six-
fifteen she is just looking for her left heel. Its six-thirty, and she is ready, nervous, but ready. All
that she can look forward too now is waiting. Hoping for the time to past by faster, she picks up
a book, and reads it without paying much attention to it. Glancing at the clock that is moving
slower and slower as seven comes closer and closer.
Its Seven. She glances toward the door. Still hopeful she waits and waits. At seven-thirty she
realizes it will be another night with her best friends... Ben and Jerry. She flings off her heels and
changes into her favorite pajamas. She curls up on her couch to finally enjoy her book with her
ice cream. She will shed no tears for his one, unlike the last.
The End
Or is it?
At Seven-forty-five there is a knock at the door. The question "should she answer it" races
through her mind. Giving into temptation she opens and door to see her date. He is wet from the
rain and looks slightly harassed, he is holding a slightly ruined bouquet of flowers. His story is
that his car broke down, and had to get it towed. In his haste to get to her on time, he forgot his
phone in his car, and got the first taxi he could find to get here. That is what happens when Ron
uses the muggle technology to get to her. She smiles and invites him in. Maybe she thought, he is
not like the other guys, maybe this might be a good night after all. After all he has been her best
friends for years why not try the next level. The end, for real this time.