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It was a week before the dance and I still hadn't asked Oliver yet. I let Hermione talk me into it. I decided I am going to do it today. I've been nervous. I try, but I can't think of anything to say when I see him. I'm getting butterflies too. It's just as hard as Hermione had said.
"Look, just tell him. If you don't he'll be taken before you get the chance. I'm surprised a good looking guy like him isn't taken already." Hermione said as we walked to our dorms.
"I'll ask him as soon as I see him. I'm going to wait in the common room for him. Wish me luck." I smiled as I skipped downstairs and waited for him.
I waited for two hours. I did all my homework. I read a book. I wrote a letter to Legolas. I was just about to give up and go to my room when he came in.
"What are you still doing up? Are you waiting for someone?" Oliver asked.
"Actually I was waiting for you. I need to talk to you if you have a minute." I nervously smiled.
"Sure." He sat across from me.
"I wanted to know." I started to say but I got nervous.
"To know." He asked.
"If you. um." I babbled again.
"What? Am I going to have to tickle it out of you?" He playfully grinned.
"No. It's just." I started again.
"Ok. That's it. I'm sorry Darlene, but you've forced me to do this. I'm gonna have to tickle it out of you." He reached for my sides and pinned me to the couch. I was lying on my back as he tickled my sides.
"Now will you tell me or do I have to continue?" He smiled.
"I can't say it." I giggled. So he tickled me some more.
"Now, what is it that you can't say?" He asked again.
"I can say it. It's just hard to." I explained sitting up.
I searched his eyes for any sign of reassurance. He seemed to be doing the same with me. Without knowing it we leaned forwards and kissed for a minute.
"That's the fourth time Oliver." I stated.
"I know. I'm sorry. It's just." He tried to explain but seemed to be at a loss for words.
"Don't apologize. You weren't the only one. I did it too. Now, what I wanted to ask you is. is if you would like to go to the Sadie Hawkins with me?" I finally asked.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to ask me." He smiled and pinned me to the couch again and kissed me.
"Does that answer your question?" He breathed.
"Yeah." I smiled, pulling him back down towards me. We were like that for I don't know how long when two people came through.
"Whoa! Go Wood! Who's your girl there?" Fred laughed.
"Hi." I waved as Oliver and I sat up.
"You! Oh I knew it. What did I tell you? I want my ten bucks Fred." George grinned triumphantly.
"Fine. So when did this happen?" Fred scratched his head.
"And why is it one day you're complaining 'bout girls and the next you're on top of one?" George looked confused.
"Now you'd better treat her good! Otherwise we'll beat you with a stick." Fred laughed.
"And we'll kick you off the Quidditch team, and feed you to that three headed dog on the third floor." George immediately covered his mouth.
"What did you go and open your mouth for you stupid, ugly, overweight toad? If any teachers find out we've been feeding it we'll get kicked out for sure. I don't know why I have to be related to you." Fred snapped.
"Hey at least I'm not the one who stuck the snake in Katie Bell's locker!" George yelled.
"At least I'm not the one who tied Marcus Flint's shoes to the table!" Fred shouted.
"At least I'm not the one who put slim on Darlene's picture of that elf dude." George said.
"At least I'm not the one who missed the bludger that hit Oliver because I was flirting with Angelina!" Fred pointed.
"Wait! You put the slim on my picture of Legolas? You are dead Fred!" I shouted as I chased him into the closet.
"You missed the ball because you were flirting with Angelina? You said Flint pushed you and you fell and therefore you missed the bludger! I was in the hospital wing for a week because of that!" Oliver threw George into the closet and I locked it before they could escape.
"Those little brats." I hissed.
"I know, we'll let 'em out in the morning. Goodnight Darlene." Oliver kissed me.
"Goodnight Oliver." I smiled, and trotted upstairs. I was so glad that I asked him.
It was a week before the dance and I still hadn't asked Oliver yet. I let Hermione talk me into it. I decided I am going to do it today. I've been nervous. I try, but I can't think of anything to say when I see him. I'm getting butterflies too. It's just as hard as Hermione had said.
"Look, just tell him. If you don't he'll be taken before you get the chance. I'm surprised a good looking guy like him isn't taken already." Hermione said as we walked to our dorms.
"I'll ask him as soon as I see him. I'm going to wait in the common room for him. Wish me luck." I smiled as I skipped downstairs and waited for him.
I waited for two hours. I did all my homework. I read a book. I wrote a letter to Legolas. I was just about to give up and go to my room when he came in.
"What are you still doing up? Are you waiting for someone?" Oliver asked.
"Actually I was waiting for you. I need to talk to you if you have a minute." I nervously smiled.
"Sure." He sat across from me.
"I wanted to know." I started to say but I got nervous.
"To know." He asked.
"If you. um." I babbled again.
"What? Am I going to have to tickle it out of you?" He playfully grinned.
"No. It's just." I started again.
"Ok. That's it. I'm sorry Darlene, but you've forced me to do this. I'm gonna have to tickle it out of you." He reached for my sides and pinned me to the couch. I was lying on my back as he tickled my sides.
"Now will you tell me or do I have to continue?" He smiled.
"I can't say it." I giggled. So he tickled me some more.
"Now, what is it that you can't say?" He asked again.
"I can say it. It's just hard to." I explained sitting up.
I searched his eyes for any sign of reassurance. He seemed to be doing the same with me. Without knowing it we leaned forwards and kissed for a minute.
"That's the fourth time Oliver." I stated.
"I know. I'm sorry. It's just." He tried to explain but seemed to be at a loss for words.
"Don't apologize. You weren't the only one. I did it too. Now, what I wanted to ask you is. is if you would like to go to the Sadie Hawkins with me?" I finally asked.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to ask me." He smiled and pinned me to the couch again and kissed me.
"Does that answer your question?" He breathed.
"Yeah." I smiled, pulling him back down towards me. We were like that for I don't know how long when two people came through.
"Whoa! Go Wood! Who's your girl there?" Fred laughed.
"Hi." I waved as Oliver and I sat up.
"You! Oh I knew it. What did I tell you? I want my ten bucks Fred." George grinned triumphantly.
"Fine. So when did this happen?" Fred scratched his head.
"And why is it one day you're complaining 'bout girls and the next you're on top of one?" George looked confused.
"Now you'd better treat her good! Otherwise we'll beat you with a stick." Fred laughed.
"And we'll kick you off the Quidditch team, and feed you to that three headed dog on the third floor." George immediately covered his mouth.
"What did you go and open your mouth for you stupid, ugly, overweight toad? If any teachers find out we've been feeding it we'll get kicked out for sure. I don't know why I have to be related to you." Fred snapped.
"Hey at least I'm not the one who stuck the snake in Katie Bell's locker!" George yelled.
"At least I'm not the one who tied Marcus Flint's shoes to the table!" Fred shouted.
"At least I'm not the one who put slim on Darlene's picture of that elf dude." George said.
"At least I'm not the one who missed the bludger that hit Oliver because I was flirting with Angelina!" Fred pointed.
"Wait! You put the slim on my picture of Legolas? You are dead Fred!" I shouted as I chased him into the closet.
"You missed the ball because you were flirting with Angelina? You said Flint pushed you and you fell and therefore you missed the bludger! I was in the hospital wing for a week because of that!" Oliver threw George into the closet and I locked it before they could escape.
"Those little brats." I hissed.
"I know, we'll let 'em out in the morning. Goodnight Darlene." Oliver kissed me.
"Goodnight Oliver." I smiled, and trotted upstairs. I was so glad that I asked him.