Love Your Secret Admirer
It was already Thursday and Ron still hadn't asked Hermione to the dance. He was beginning to run out of time and he decided that maybe he should ask Harry for some help. Dumbledore had already announced to the whole school that there would be a Christmas Dance and everyone, except Ron and Hermione, had been thrilled.
Later that day in Divination, Ron and Harry were trying to stay awake. That's when Ron decided to ask Harry for advice on Hermione. He first told Harry about the bet, and then he asked, "What should I do?"
Harry, trying hard not to start laughing, answered, "Just ask her."
"B.but, but what if she says no?"
"Just ask her."
"But......"
"Just ask her."
Ron gave up and decided to just ask her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Meanwhile*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione was sitting in Arithmancy, not listening. She had started writing a letter to Ron about the dance, but as soon as she started, she realized how hard this was going to be. She decided to ask Harry for some help. When the class was over, she headed to the Great Hall for lunch. A little while later came Ron and Harry. As Harry sat down next to Hermione she quickly whispered, "Hurry up and eat cause I need to talk to you," in his ear. Harry nodded and started eating quickly. When he was done he said that he had to go to the library and left, with Hermione following soon after.
"So what's up?" Harry asked.
"Well," said Hermione, "I kind of made this bet with Ron."
"And?"
"Well, the bet was to ask someone that we like to the dance by Friday. Oh Harry what should I do?"
"Just ask him," Harry said, who was trying REALLY hard not to laugh.
"B.but...but what if he says no?" asked Hermione.
"Just ask him."
"But......"
"Just ask him."
"Ok," said Hermione, and Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Anytime," Harry said.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Later that Night*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione had finished her letter to Ron and gave it to Harry, to put on his pillow. Harry put the letter on Ron's pillow and left to take a shower. When Ron came back, he went to lie on his four poster, and found the letter. He quickly tore it open.
Dear Ron, I have had a crush on you for some time now, and I hope you feel the same
away about me. I was wondering if you had a date to the Christmas Dance yet. If you don't, would like to go to the Christmas Dance with me? I'm not
going to tell you who I am until the dance, so, if you want to write me
back, just give the letter to Harry and he'll know where to find me.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
"HARRY!" Ron screamed, as he finished reading the letter.
"What?" Harry yelled back, slightly annoyed because he had just started to drift off to sleep.
"Who wrote me this letter?" Ron asked, as he took a seat on the foot of Harry's bed.
"Can't say mate," Harry answered.
"Then how am I supposed to know if I want to go to the dance with her?" Ron asked.
"You don't," Harry said simply, "trust me though, you'll like her."
"Well ok," Ron said uncertainly," but if it ends up being Pansy Parkinson you are going to pay."
"Don't worry you'll like her," Harry said.
It was already Thursday and Ron still hadn't asked Hermione to the dance. He was beginning to run out of time and he decided that maybe he should ask Harry for some help. Dumbledore had already announced to the whole school that there would be a Christmas Dance and everyone, except Ron and Hermione, had been thrilled.
Later that day in Divination, Ron and Harry were trying to stay awake. That's when Ron decided to ask Harry for advice on Hermione. He first told Harry about the bet, and then he asked, "What should I do?"
Harry, trying hard not to start laughing, answered, "Just ask her."
"B.but, but what if she says no?"
"Just ask her."
"But......"
"Just ask her."
Ron gave up and decided to just ask her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Meanwhile*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione was sitting in Arithmancy, not listening. She had started writing a letter to Ron about the dance, but as soon as she started, she realized how hard this was going to be. She decided to ask Harry for some help. When the class was over, she headed to the Great Hall for lunch. A little while later came Ron and Harry. As Harry sat down next to Hermione she quickly whispered, "Hurry up and eat cause I need to talk to you," in his ear. Harry nodded and started eating quickly. When he was done he said that he had to go to the library and left, with Hermione following soon after.
"So what's up?" Harry asked.
"Well," said Hermione, "I kind of made this bet with Ron."
"And?"
"Well, the bet was to ask someone that we like to the dance by Friday. Oh Harry what should I do?"
"Just ask him," Harry said, who was trying REALLY hard not to laugh.
"B.but...but what if he says no?" asked Hermione.
"Just ask him."
"But......"
"Just ask him."
"Ok," said Hermione, and Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Anytime," Harry said.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Later that Night*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hermione had finished her letter to Ron and gave it to Harry, to put on his pillow. Harry put the letter on Ron's pillow and left to take a shower. When Ron came back, he went to lie on his four poster, and found the letter. He quickly tore it open.
Dear Ron, I have had a crush on you for some time now, and I hope you feel the same
away about me. I was wondering if you had a date to the Christmas Dance yet. If you don't, would like to go to the Christmas Dance with me? I'm not
going to tell you who I am until the dance, so, if you want to write me
back, just give the letter to Harry and he'll know where to find me.
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
"HARRY!" Ron screamed, as he finished reading the letter.
"What?" Harry yelled back, slightly annoyed because he had just started to drift off to sleep.
"Who wrote me this letter?" Ron asked, as he took a seat on the foot of Harry's bed.
"Can't say mate," Harry answered.
"Then how am I supposed to know if I want to go to the dance with her?" Ron asked.
"You don't," Harry said simply, "trust me though, you'll like her."
"Well ok," Ron said uncertainly," but if it ends up being Pansy Parkinson you are going to pay."
"Don't worry you'll like her," Harry said.