Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling.

Harry kept asking me out until, one day, I was too tired to decline. We agreed to go for dinner at the new place in Diagon Alley. As soon as I came from the Ministry, I started to get ready. Nice, warm bubble bath was exactly what I needed. Once the usual relaxation ritual was finished, I realised I still had about two hours until the meeting. I made a nice cup of coffee and decided to treat myself with sunset watching. My thoughts drifted through the past events and somehow it all led me to one conclusion: my frustration with Draco, solely, made me accept the date with Harry. In that moment I decided I won't be going to the restaurant. After that thought, tiredness and lack of sleep caused my sudden vacation to dreamland. Hard knocking on the door was the thing that woke me. I opened the door and met with furious Harry. I forgot to cancel the date. I would be furious in his place, too. I started to utter my apologies, but his yelling prevented him from hearing anything I had to say. He was beyond apologies. I could only stand there and listen. Once he was done I told him I am truly sorry and I can only offer him my friendship. He calmed a little and then he asked me if there were someone else. I was honest.