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A/N: I hope you like this chapter!
I got up early in the morning and rushed to get ready. I wanted to be there for Hermione when she needed me. I told Oliver the night before to be ready, but he wasn't up yet. I was a bit nervous, I didn't want to barge right in, in case of seeing something that should not be seen. And what if Fred and George saw me? That would kill me. So I knocked on his door lightly.
"Oliver! C'mon. We can't be late." I whispered, but loud enough for him to hear.
"Hang on. I just need to find my shirt." He replied quietly.
Oliver. has no shirt on! OMG! I wanna see. No! Bad Darlene! You do not think that way. Oliver is your friend. Your really, really cute friend. Agh! I, you, have problems. Why do boys do this to me?
"Ok. Let's go." He came out, breaking my thoughts.
"Ok." I blushed, hoping he didn't see that.
"So she's really going to ask him out?" He asked with a faint smile.
"Supposedly." I answered.
"So, what's the plan?" He glanced at me when he thought I wasn't looking.
"Hermione and Ron had to go do something this morning. On their way back she is supposed to ask him out. We're here for moral support. Ron will be going for breakfast afterwards, so we don't have to be worried about being seen. When it's over, if we can't hear it then she'll come tell us all about it." I explained with a grin. Hermione and Ron were so cute.
"Ok. I think I hear them coming." Oliver warned me.
"He's supposed to stop there! Why is he still coming this way?" I panicked.
"What do we do?" He asked looking for a spot to hide.
"I don't know. Anything! Something. What do teenagers do that would look natural?" I tried to think.
"All I can think of is kissing. People do it all the time when the teachers aren't around." He hesitantly suggested.
"It wouldn't normally be my choice of actions, but it seems to be our option so." I was cut off as he quickly kissed me. I almost screamed at him. I played along and kissed him, but I couldn't hear a single word they were saying. I forgot for a second that we were acting and kissed him one last time.
"Finally. I've been waiting for you for two minutes now." Hermione looked at us irritably and knowingly.
"Sorry. Ron continued walking and we had to do something that would look normal." Oliver apologized.
"Oh yeah. Making out in the hallway at 6:30 in the morning looks completely normal now doesn't it. I saw you two. You had no clue I was done. If I didn't know any better I'd say that you two were enjoying yourselves." She placed her hands on her hips.
"We were not! We were trying to look normal. Oliver and I are just good friends." I insisted even though it was no use.
"Sure. If you say so. Now come on! I have to tell you what happened!" She exclaimed and blushed slightly.
We went into the common room and sat on the couch. Oliver and I could barely look each other in the face. It was awkward. Only until Hermione spoke.
"Ok so we were on our way back and I stopped in the hallway. He continued walking and said he'd be back but he forgot something on his bed. I quickly grabbed his arm and turned him towards me. I asked him to go to the dance with me and he'd that said he'd like to, but he wasn't a good dancer so he couldn't go. I told him I wasn't very good either and that I like him and it would mean a lot to me. So he said yes and then went to go eat. You should have seen it. I can't believe I actually did it. That was the scariest event of my life. I'm never doing it again." She declared.
"It couldn't have been that bad." I shook my head.
"Oh, but it was. I've liked Ron for almost a year now. You try to ask out one of your best friends that you just so happen to like." She gave a relieved sigh.
"I think I will." I decided.
"Oh, who is he?" Hermione asked.
"I can't say yet. A friend of mine says that he likes me too. I just hope she's right. If she's not it could ruin our friendship." I sighed, hopping that it never came to that. It would kill me.
I got up early in the morning and rushed to get ready. I wanted to be there for Hermione when she needed me. I told Oliver the night before to be ready, but he wasn't up yet. I was a bit nervous, I didn't want to barge right in, in case of seeing something that should not be seen. And what if Fred and George saw me? That would kill me. So I knocked on his door lightly.
"Oliver! C'mon. We can't be late." I whispered, but loud enough for him to hear.
"Hang on. I just need to find my shirt." He replied quietly.
Oliver. has no shirt on! OMG! I wanna see. No! Bad Darlene! You do not think that way. Oliver is your friend. Your really, really cute friend. Agh! I, you, have problems. Why do boys do this to me?
"Ok. Let's go." He came out, breaking my thoughts.
"Ok." I blushed, hoping he didn't see that.
"So she's really going to ask him out?" He asked with a faint smile.
"Supposedly." I answered.
"So, what's the plan?" He glanced at me when he thought I wasn't looking.
"Hermione and Ron had to go do something this morning. On their way back she is supposed to ask him out. We're here for moral support. Ron will be going for breakfast afterwards, so we don't have to be worried about being seen. When it's over, if we can't hear it then she'll come tell us all about it." I explained with a grin. Hermione and Ron were so cute.
"Ok. I think I hear them coming." Oliver warned me.
"He's supposed to stop there! Why is he still coming this way?" I panicked.
"What do we do?" He asked looking for a spot to hide.
"I don't know. Anything! Something. What do teenagers do that would look natural?" I tried to think.
"All I can think of is kissing. People do it all the time when the teachers aren't around." He hesitantly suggested.
"It wouldn't normally be my choice of actions, but it seems to be our option so." I was cut off as he quickly kissed me. I almost screamed at him. I played along and kissed him, but I couldn't hear a single word they were saying. I forgot for a second that we were acting and kissed him one last time.
"Finally. I've been waiting for you for two minutes now." Hermione looked at us irritably and knowingly.
"Sorry. Ron continued walking and we had to do something that would look normal." Oliver apologized.
"Oh yeah. Making out in the hallway at 6:30 in the morning looks completely normal now doesn't it. I saw you two. You had no clue I was done. If I didn't know any better I'd say that you two were enjoying yourselves." She placed her hands on her hips.
"We were not! We were trying to look normal. Oliver and I are just good friends." I insisted even though it was no use.
"Sure. If you say so. Now come on! I have to tell you what happened!" She exclaimed and blushed slightly.
We went into the common room and sat on the couch. Oliver and I could barely look each other in the face. It was awkward. Only until Hermione spoke.
"Ok so we were on our way back and I stopped in the hallway. He continued walking and said he'd be back but he forgot something on his bed. I quickly grabbed his arm and turned him towards me. I asked him to go to the dance with me and he'd that said he'd like to, but he wasn't a good dancer so he couldn't go. I told him I wasn't very good either and that I like him and it would mean a lot to me. So he said yes and then went to go eat. You should have seen it. I can't believe I actually did it. That was the scariest event of my life. I'm never doing it again." She declared.
"It couldn't have been that bad." I shook my head.
"Oh, but it was. I've liked Ron for almost a year now. You try to ask out one of your best friends that you just so happen to like." She gave a relieved sigh.
"I think I will." I decided.
"Oh, who is he?" Hermione asked.
"I can't say yet. A friend of mine says that he likes me too. I just hope she's right. If she's not it could ruin our friendship." I sighed, hopping that it never came to that. It would kill me.