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Hermione has the worst night of her life at the Yule Ball until someone gets close and personal with her.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. They belong to JKR.
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"What am I going to do? WHAT am I going to DO?"
"Will you stop pacing?!"
I glared at Harry. "You didn't even help me. You just sat there."
"Hey, mate, you're the one who picked up the fight."
"Yeah, but she was the one being a complete bi-"
"Don't say it, Ron." Harry looked down. "No matter what, she's our friend, and I wouldn't be comfortable with you calling her…" He trailed off.
I sighed and laid on my bed, kicking off my shoes. "But what's going to happen. She won't ever forgive me. This is worse than you and I fighting." I paused. "I think I love her, Harry."
"Well, you had better step up in the future, because I don't think she got that impression tonight."
I thought about what he said. It's true.
"You're right, Harry. I'm going to go find her. Apologize."
"Good thinking. I'm going to bed." And just like that Harry climbed into bed.
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