Beguile, v
After that first meeting, that first date, I knew that I had to find a way to see you again. I knew that I had to charm you, to show you that I was better than what you had seen that day, for you to even consider it.
I sent bouquets to your office at the beginning of every week, so that they could replace the previous week's ones, that were probably already dying, and so that I didn't clog up your workspace with what you might see as unnecessary items. I made sure that you knew it was me who sent them, and chose a different flower for a different week. I didn't spend excessive amounts of money on them; I knew that that wouldn't sway you at all, and you'd think me stupid, but I spent enough.
I sent you owls with short notes, so that it didn't interfere with your workload when you decided to answer or read them. They were meaningless things, really, but they were still important.
Did you like the flowers today? Say the word, and I will stop sending them.
How is your day today, Hermione?
Are you free for lunch?
I heard that one of your Bills was passed. May I offer my congratulations; you are truly admirable.
I hoped and prayed that I wasn't bothering you, and that this courting was actually working – and then I received a surprise visit from you, and then second date was confirmed.
