Thanks to all my reviewers! here's the over due chapter:
Chapter 8: White Roses
Ron's comment about Lavender couldn't have blown up in his face any more than it did. Somehow the whole of Gryffindor knew he was going to ask her to the feast, leaving him no way to get out of it. The problem was he didn't even know who he wanted to take yet.well, he knew who he wanted to take, just not if he had the courage to ask her. In his heart Hermione was the one for him, he just couldn't stand it if she rejected him. There was no turning back on Lavender when she came up to him and asked him about the color of his robes so she could dress to match.
"Harry, I'm so stupid."
"Yup, I know." He playfully punched his best friend in the arm. "Sorry Ron, but it'll be ok, I promise. I'll talk to Hermione. Hey, on the subject of the feast.so you mind if I ask Ginny?" Harry had the most hopeful look in his eye.
"Whatever, I don't care. But hurt her and I'll kill you." He replied while staring out the window.
Just then, Ginny came bouncing up to the table where the boys were sitting. "Guess what! Guess what!" She shouted. "Neville's asked me to go with him!" She squeaked and then ran off in another direction.
"Bloody hell." Harry's head fell into his hands. "I guess neither of us is having much luck. No I have no date."
"Doesn't Dumbledore understand that making the feast a 'formal occasion' doubles the stress we already have?" Ron said. Harry wasn't listening. It was his turn to stare out the window.
"Do you mind if I ask Hermione?" Harry asked, still stargazing.
"What?"
"Hermione.can I ask her?"
"Better you than some Viktor Krum wannabe. I'm going to bed." Ron got up and sulked towards his bedroom.
"Watch, next Hermione's going to tell me that she's just gotten a date too." He said to no one in particular.
"What's this about me and a date?" Hermione smiled as she sat on Harry's lap. He put his arms around her and have her a bear hug.
"Do you have one?" He asked after she let go.
"Nope" She answered.
"Good. Promise me you won't get one, ok?"
"Okaaaay. But-" He put a finger up to her lips.
"Don't ask any questions. I just need to promise me you wont get one before Saturday alright?"
"I promise." She gave him another hug and got up to go to bed. Harry followed.
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The next morning Hermione woke to find a dozen white roses on her pillow, tied together with a midnight blue ribbon. Next to them was a tiny gold box, also tied with a blue ribbon. She instantly knew who they were from. "Harry," she whispered. She opened the box and inside she found a tiny opal attached to a delicate gold chain. The necklace matched the dress she bought perfectly. She opened the envelope attached to the flowers and pulled out the card that read:
It's the little things like sweet memories, sibling's trust, a lover's dance, a laugh with old friends that bring me joy. All of them remind me of you. Will you please accompany me to the feast on Saturday? I would rather not go than to not be with you, my best friend. -Harry
Hermione got dressed as fast as she could. She flew down the stairs and out to the great hall where she knew Harry would be. Hermione ran over to Harry and tackled him in a hug. All the other boys at the table and watched the sight before them.
"Harry Potter! You are the most wonderful best friend a girl could ever have." She hugged him even tighter and kissed him on the cheek.
"I take that as a YES then?" He smiled and hugged her back, pulling her arms off his neck in fear she would choke him to death in her embrace.
"Thanks Harry." She whispered in his ear before taking a seat next to him.
Ron couldn't help but smile at his two friends. If she wasn't going with him, at least she would be happy. Plus he knew she would be safe with Harry, he wouldn't try anything on her. Ron gave Harry a thumbs up as he caught his friend's eye. As much as he trusted his friend, he couldn't help the jealous feelings rising in his blood.
A/N Sorry for the short chapter, and that it's been so long, life has been hectic. There hasnt been enough time to sleep let alone write a story. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon, its already written so i just have to type it. I promise the next one will be longer, i really do. Thanks again to all my reviewers!
A/N 2 Isnt harry just the sweetest? I wish i new a guy like that...im beginning to think they dont exist (friend or otherwise) I used to think they did, but my faith in the male population is slowly deminishing...well at least i can write males the way they should be! Sigh. Id take just one flower...a wild one even, Heck i'd take a weed if it was picked with good intentions....
Chapter 8: White Roses
Ron's comment about Lavender couldn't have blown up in his face any more than it did. Somehow the whole of Gryffindor knew he was going to ask her to the feast, leaving him no way to get out of it. The problem was he didn't even know who he wanted to take yet.well, he knew who he wanted to take, just not if he had the courage to ask her. In his heart Hermione was the one for him, he just couldn't stand it if she rejected him. There was no turning back on Lavender when she came up to him and asked him about the color of his robes so she could dress to match.
"Harry, I'm so stupid."
"Yup, I know." He playfully punched his best friend in the arm. "Sorry Ron, but it'll be ok, I promise. I'll talk to Hermione. Hey, on the subject of the feast.so you mind if I ask Ginny?" Harry had the most hopeful look in his eye.
"Whatever, I don't care. But hurt her and I'll kill you." He replied while staring out the window.
Just then, Ginny came bouncing up to the table where the boys were sitting. "Guess what! Guess what!" She shouted. "Neville's asked me to go with him!" She squeaked and then ran off in another direction.
"Bloody hell." Harry's head fell into his hands. "I guess neither of us is having much luck. No I have no date."
"Doesn't Dumbledore understand that making the feast a 'formal occasion' doubles the stress we already have?" Ron said. Harry wasn't listening. It was his turn to stare out the window.
"Do you mind if I ask Hermione?" Harry asked, still stargazing.
"What?"
"Hermione.can I ask her?"
"Better you than some Viktor Krum wannabe. I'm going to bed." Ron got up and sulked towards his bedroom.
"Watch, next Hermione's going to tell me that she's just gotten a date too." He said to no one in particular.
"What's this about me and a date?" Hermione smiled as she sat on Harry's lap. He put his arms around her and have her a bear hug.
"Do you have one?" He asked after she let go.
"Nope" She answered.
"Good. Promise me you won't get one, ok?"
"Okaaaay. But-" He put a finger up to her lips.
"Don't ask any questions. I just need to promise me you wont get one before Saturday alright?"
"I promise." She gave him another hug and got up to go to bed. Harry followed.
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The next morning Hermione woke to find a dozen white roses on her pillow, tied together with a midnight blue ribbon. Next to them was a tiny gold box, also tied with a blue ribbon. She instantly knew who they were from. "Harry," she whispered. She opened the box and inside she found a tiny opal attached to a delicate gold chain. The necklace matched the dress she bought perfectly. She opened the envelope attached to the flowers and pulled out the card that read:
It's the little things like sweet memories, sibling's trust, a lover's dance, a laugh with old friends that bring me joy. All of them remind me of you. Will you please accompany me to the feast on Saturday? I would rather not go than to not be with you, my best friend. -Harry
Hermione got dressed as fast as she could. She flew down the stairs and out to the great hall where she knew Harry would be. Hermione ran over to Harry and tackled him in a hug. All the other boys at the table and watched the sight before them.
"Harry Potter! You are the most wonderful best friend a girl could ever have." She hugged him even tighter and kissed him on the cheek.
"I take that as a YES then?" He smiled and hugged her back, pulling her arms off his neck in fear she would choke him to death in her embrace.
"Thanks Harry." She whispered in his ear before taking a seat next to him.
Ron couldn't help but smile at his two friends. If she wasn't going with him, at least she would be happy. Plus he knew she would be safe with Harry, he wouldn't try anything on her. Ron gave Harry a thumbs up as he caught his friend's eye. As much as he trusted his friend, he couldn't help the jealous feelings rising in his blood.
A/N Sorry for the short chapter, and that it's been so long, life has been hectic. There hasnt been enough time to sleep let alone write a story. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon, its already written so i just have to type it. I promise the next one will be longer, i really do. Thanks again to all my reviewers!
A/N 2 Isnt harry just the sweetest? I wish i new a guy like that...im beginning to think they dont exist (friend or otherwise) I used to think they did, but my faith in the male population is slowly deminishing...well at least i can write males the way they should be! Sigh. Id take just one flower...a wild one even, Heck i'd take a weed if it was picked with good intentions....