D/C: Same, and I still don't own Creed (and i'm still kinda sad about that (*sobs*) p Still in shock, I give him my answer on New Years Eve. "Still looking for a date for the concert?" I ask. "I thought you'd never ask," is his answer. "Offer's still up if you wanna go?" "Sure, it'll be fun," I manage to stammer, bewildered. Our first real date and I still couldn't believe it. Millions of questions enter my mind, such as "what will I wear?" "should I do something special for him?" Wow I didn't know dating was that hard. We part and I find myself in a trance on my way to Professor Hayes office. "There is this guy, he asked me out, I agreed, and he doesn't know I like him that way. What should I do?" I ask. "Well, how about telling him. Isn't that the obvious solution?" "Professor, that's the problem- I can't. Its in my stars," I say, trying to make something of the conversation. "If it's in your stars, then go talk to Professor Trelawney," in a mock anger. "Okay, Professor. I think I'll do that," I say and thank her before leaving the office. I rushed back to Griffindor Tower. "Quidditch," I call, as that is the password this week. Searching through my trunk, I find exactly what I am looking for. If Dumbledore wants Muggle clothes, he'll get Muggle clothes, I think to myself. I laid them on my bed for a house elf to pick up and wash for me. I glided to the Hall for dinner and there is a Currency officer provided by the Ministry of Magic exchanging Sickles, Galleons, and Knuts for Muggle pound notes. Rummaging around in my purse, I pull out 15 Galleons, 35 Sickles and 23 Knuts. As Dumbledore explained earlier, we will not be able to use normal currency; the Officer was nice enough to explain the transaction. "Now this is an slightly larger amount of money, so be sure to take care of it and it will go a long way," he explained. I thanked him and sat down at the table, opposite Legolas. "Lets get this date off to a good start. I want this to be a night to remember," he says as I sit down, blushing. We talk aimlessly, partly because we already know everything about each other. When the meal ended, we separated to ready ourselves for our first date together. I rushed upstairs to clean up. After putting makeup on, I return to my bed to find my outfit, clean and pressed, waiting on my trunk. After pulling it on, I rush to the Hall, where he met me. Wearing a pair of khakis and a blue top, which brought out his gorgeous eyes, he stared at me from top to bottom. Wearing a pale blue spaghetti- strap shirt, accompanied by a crocheted top, and a pair of simple low rise boot cut jeans (A/N: I actually own this outfit.), he approached me slowly. I walk towards him and savor the moment. "Come on, or we'll miss the train," he says, taking my hand in his. Grabbing our coats, we met up with the rest of our classmates, who we would be accompanied by on this trip.

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