A/N: I just wanted to thank all of my reviewers. I luv you guyz! *hugs*
Cariel:Hehe you'll just hafta wait and see ;-)
Milka-Weasley: Thank you so much for the 2 reviews, I'm glad you like my story!
CurlsofGold: Thank you for the 2 reviews! :-)
aBeEr: I'm so glad you like it!
brit: thanks for liking it!
Codypup: Cute name! but anywayz thanks!
Ok, I'll get on with the story now!
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It was 6:00 a.m. on Valentine's Day morning, and Hermione was in the bathroom of her dormitory. She didn't have to be at breakfast until 8, but she had gotten up early in order to get ready. She had decided that even though she didn't have a boyfriend and certainly wouldn't be receiving any flowers, she might as well look really good, just to show all the stupid boys what they were missing!
By the time she emerged from the bathroom, she looked and felt great. As she walked down to the great hall, she was feeling better about the whole Valentine's Day thing. She felt people's eyes on her as she walked towards the Gryffindor table. When she sat down, Lavender, who was always trying to get Harmione to agree to a makeover, smiled approvingly and told her she looked great. Good, I hope Ron notices, Hermione thought.
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Ron walked into the great hall and looked around for Hermione or Harry. Well he definately noticed Hermione right away. Her usually curly brown hair was sleek and shiny. Her black robes were slightly tighter and lower-cut than usual. She turned her head to look around and her eyelids glimmered with pink shimmer. Her lips were pink and glossy and her cheeks had a cute rosy tint. Now I really hope she doesn't reject me, Ron thought. He walked over to the table and sat down.
"Good morning, Ron," Hermione said smiling charmingly.
"Good morning," Ron said back, grinning.
Now that he was up close, he also noticed that her fingernails were painted pink and decorated with little red hearts.
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Ginny had braided her hair the night before so that when she took it out it fell in loose waves down her back. She carefully applied mascara and gold shimmer shadow to her eyes so they would sparkle. Then she swiped on some supershiny lipgloss. I look great! Harry can't say no to being my Valentine, she thought. With that thought making her grin, she skipped down to breakfast.
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Harry walked in to the great hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. He almost did a double take. Hermione and Ginny were sitting across from him and they looked absolutely gorgeous. He couldn't help but smile; both girls smiled back. Ginny felt ecstatic. Then Harry noticed that Ron was sort of staring at Hermione from his place next to Harry. That's odd, Harry thought. But he couldn't think any more about it, because at that moment Dumbledore stood.
"Please, may I have your attention. We will begin delivering the roses at this time. That is all," he sat back down.
A group of 3rd years started walking around the room, carrying the red flowers.
"Oh, I forgot one of my books. I better go get it," Ron said quickly, and got up from the table. He didn't want to be there when Hermione received her rose, in case she didn't return his feelings.
A petite blonde girl walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"Here you go," she said to Harry handing him several roses. This bothered Ginny; why would he pick her when he had so many admirers?
"And here you go," the girl said to Ginny, and handed her a rose. She knew this was from her friend, Chelsea. They had agreed to buy each other one just so they didn't end up with no roses and look like losers.
"And for you," She said to a surprised Hermione handing her 2 roses.
"This must be a mistake," Hermione said once the girl had walked away.
"Why would it be a mistake?" asked Harry, while himself wondering who the second rose was from.
"It just must be," she murmured. Then she got up from the table and said she had to go to the bathroom. Once she had reached the stall, she pulled the petal on one rose to make it share its message.
"Hi Hermione, this is Ron. I-I just wanted to tell you that you're a very special friend to me. *Pause* In fact, I would love it if you were more than a friend to me. I've loved you for a long time. But if you don't feel the same way, I understand and you can just forget I said anything. Well, in any case, have a Happy Valentine's Day."
Hermione sat there for a moment in total shock. She couldn't believe it. Her wish had come true! She grinned and started to walk out of the bathroom to find Ron and tell him that she loved him too. Then she remembered that there was another rose. Maybe Ron had sent her two? She picked it up and pulled the petal.
"Hermione, this is Harry. I hope you're having a good day. *Pause* I just wanted to tell you that I've been thinking a lot about you lately. I really like being around you, and I wondered if you would like to be my girlfriend. If you don't want to, I'll understand. But if you do, I'll be the happiest guy around. Happy Valentine's Day!"
"Oh, no!" Hermione said aloud.
"Oh, no! Poor little Hermione, two boys falling all over themselves for her! What suffering she must feel! What ever will she do?" Moaning Myrtle had popped up from the pipes and started mocking Hermione.
"What should I do, Myrtle?" Hermione said sadly, ignoring the fact that Myrtle was making fun of her.
"You should be happy that two boys like you. Before I *sigh* died, I never had admirers. But if you're asking which one to say yes to, then I say Ron," Moaning Myrtle said in her somewhat annoying voice.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because, I like Harry and I don't want to see him with anyone else. I'm depressed enough already," Myrtle sniffed.
"Thank you so much for your help, Myrtle," Hermione said sarcastically.
"Any time!" Myrtle said, smiling fakely, and disappeared down the pipe again.
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Meanwhile, back at the Gryffindor table, Harry was looking at his 10 roses. Why did I have to get so many?, he thought. He wouldn't have minded if he hadn't gotten any. And now Ginny was looking slightly peeved across from him at the table.
"What's wrong Ginny?' he asked.
"Oh, nothing," she answered. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. See you later,"
"Ok," Harry said. He was now all alone at the table. He picked up a rose and pulled the petal. It said:
"Harry, this is Angelica Waters. I'm in my 3rd year. You don't really know me, but I was wondering if you would be my Valentine?"
The next 8 roses had similar messages. Then he picked up the last one.
"Hi Harry, this is Ginny. I know that you already know this, but I really like you. But not just because you're famous, like some people might think, but I like your personality and how kind you are even though you have a lot of good reasons to be mean. I think if you gave me a chance, you would like me too. So, I was wondering, will you be my Valentine?"
Oh no! he thought. Why didn't I send her a rose? He realized that he really did like Ginny, probably more than he did Hermione. Hermione was just too close of a friend to ever really be anything else. But now he had gone and sent her a rose, and what if she said yes? It would hurt Ginny, and he hated that thought. How was he going to fix this?
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A/N: Well there ya go, the delivery of the roses. Please let me know what you think!
Cariel:Hehe you'll just hafta wait and see ;-)
Milka-Weasley: Thank you so much for the 2 reviews, I'm glad you like my story!
CurlsofGold: Thank you for the 2 reviews! :-)
aBeEr: I'm so glad you like it!
brit: thanks for liking it!
Codypup: Cute name! but anywayz thanks!
Ok, I'll get on with the story now!
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It was 6:00 a.m. on Valentine's Day morning, and Hermione was in the bathroom of her dormitory. She didn't have to be at breakfast until 8, but she had gotten up early in order to get ready. She had decided that even though she didn't have a boyfriend and certainly wouldn't be receiving any flowers, she might as well look really good, just to show all the stupid boys what they were missing!
By the time she emerged from the bathroom, she looked and felt great. As she walked down to the great hall, she was feeling better about the whole Valentine's Day thing. She felt people's eyes on her as she walked towards the Gryffindor table. When she sat down, Lavender, who was always trying to get Harmione to agree to a makeover, smiled approvingly and told her she looked great. Good, I hope Ron notices, Hermione thought.
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Ron walked into the great hall and looked around for Hermione or Harry. Well he definately noticed Hermione right away. Her usually curly brown hair was sleek and shiny. Her black robes were slightly tighter and lower-cut than usual. She turned her head to look around and her eyelids glimmered with pink shimmer. Her lips were pink and glossy and her cheeks had a cute rosy tint. Now I really hope she doesn't reject me, Ron thought. He walked over to the table and sat down.
"Good morning, Ron," Hermione said smiling charmingly.
"Good morning," Ron said back, grinning.
Now that he was up close, he also noticed that her fingernails were painted pink and decorated with little red hearts.
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Ginny had braided her hair the night before so that when she took it out it fell in loose waves down her back. She carefully applied mascara and gold shimmer shadow to her eyes so they would sparkle. Then she swiped on some supershiny lipgloss. I look great! Harry can't say no to being my Valentine, she thought. With that thought making her grin, she skipped down to breakfast.
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Harry walked in to the great hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. He almost did a double take. Hermione and Ginny were sitting across from him and they looked absolutely gorgeous. He couldn't help but smile; both girls smiled back. Ginny felt ecstatic. Then Harry noticed that Ron was sort of staring at Hermione from his place next to Harry. That's odd, Harry thought. But he couldn't think any more about it, because at that moment Dumbledore stood.
"Please, may I have your attention. We will begin delivering the roses at this time. That is all," he sat back down.
A group of 3rd years started walking around the room, carrying the red flowers.
"Oh, I forgot one of my books. I better go get it," Ron said quickly, and got up from the table. He didn't want to be there when Hermione received her rose, in case she didn't return his feelings.
A petite blonde girl walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"Here you go," she said to Harry handing him several roses. This bothered Ginny; why would he pick her when he had so many admirers?
"And here you go," the girl said to Ginny, and handed her a rose. She knew this was from her friend, Chelsea. They had agreed to buy each other one just so they didn't end up with no roses and look like losers.
"And for you," She said to a surprised Hermione handing her 2 roses.
"This must be a mistake," Hermione said once the girl had walked away.
"Why would it be a mistake?" asked Harry, while himself wondering who the second rose was from.
"It just must be," she murmured. Then she got up from the table and said she had to go to the bathroom. Once she had reached the stall, she pulled the petal on one rose to make it share its message.
"Hi Hermione, this is Ron. I-I just wanted to tell you that you're a very special friend to me. *Pause* In fact, I would love it if you were more than a friend to me. I've loved you for a long time. But if you don't feel the same way, I understand and you can just forget I said anything. Well, in any case, have a Happy Valentine's Day."
Hermione sat there for a moment in total shock. She couldn't believe it. Her wish had come true! She grinned and started to walk out of the bathroom to find Ron and tell him that she loved him too. Then she remembered that there was another rose. Maybe Ron had sent her two? She picked it up and pulled the petal.
"Hermione, this is Harry. I hope you're having a good day. *Pause* I just wanted to tell you that I've been thinking a lot about you lately. I really like being around you, and I wondered if you would like to be my girlfriend. If you don't want to, I'll understand. But if you do, I'll be the happiest guy around. Happy Valentine's Day!"
"Oh, no!" Hermione said aloud.
"Oh, no! Poor little Hermione, two boys falling all over themselves for her! What suffering she must feel! What ever will she do?" Moaning Myrtle had popped up from the pipes and started mocking Hermione.
"What should I do, Myrtle?" Hermione said sadly, ignoring the fact that Myrtle was making fun of her.
"You should be happy that two boys like you. Before I *sigh* died, I never had admirers. But if you're asking which one to say yes to, then I say Ron," Moaning Myrtle said in her somewhat annoying voice.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because, I like Harry and I don't want to see him with anyone else. I'm depressed enough already," Myrtle sniffed.
"Thank you so much for your help, Myrtle," Hermione said sarcastically.
"Any time!" Myrtle said, smiling fakely, and disappeared down the pipe again.
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Meanwhile, back at the Gryffindor table, Harry was looking at his 10 roses. Why did I have to get so many?, he thought. He wouldn't have minded if he hadn't gotten any. And now Ginny was looking slightly peeved across from him at the table.
"What's wrong Ginny?' he asked.
"Oh, nothing," she answered. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. See you later,"
"Ok," Harry said. He was now all alone at the table. He picked up a rose and pulled the petal. It said:
"Harry, this is Angelica Waters. I'm in my 3rd year. You don't really know me, but I was wondering if you would be my Valentine?"
The next 8 roses had similar messages. Then he picked up the last one.
"Hi Harry, this is Ginny. I know that you already know this, but I really like you. But not just because you're famous, like some people might think, but I like your personality and how kind you are even though you have a lot of good reasons to be mean. I think if you gave me a chance, you would like me too. So, I was wondering, will you be my Valentine?"
Oh no! he thought. Why didn't I send her a rose? He realized that he really did like Ginny, probably more than he did Hermione. Hermione was just too close of a friend to ever really be anything else. But now he had gone and sent her a rose, and what if she said yes? It would hurt Ginny, and he hated that thought. How was he going to fix this?
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A/N: Well there ya go, the delivery of the roses. Please let me know what you think!