A/N: I really love how you want us to update a one-shot fic. However, my accomplice and I decided there was addibility to this fic, so the show will go on.

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Harry asked me out. HARRY POTTER asked me out! My best friend in the entire world wants to date me! Hermione Potter........ hmmmmmm. SNAP OUT OF IT HERMIONE! You haven't even said yes yet. Yeah, I might want to get on that.

Ok. Ok. Ok. She was dancing. That means she was happy. No, what if she was really just getting ready to jog? Who jogs around Hogwarts? She was definitely happy. But if she really liked me wouldn't she have said "Yes" straight off? She doesn't want to hurt my feelings, that's it. She is probably sitting in her dorm right now thinking, "I don't want to lose Harry as a friend but I can't date that interminable loser." Fantastic.



Hermione: Fa La La, La La La, La La La, La La La!
Lavender: Mio? Why are you singing?
Hermione: Um, I want to start a Hogwarts choir?
Lavender: Oh brilliant! I can sing! Somebody hit the lights, so we can rock it day and night, people getting' down that's right, from A.M. to P.M.!



Whatever Lavender. Sing your heart out, I'm getting a boyfriend! So when shall I accept? Should I wait till breakfast? Or maybe I could sneak into his dorm and invite him on a moonlit stroll. Oh how romantic! Wow, it's amazing. Who knew a romantic walk would ever sound more appealing to me than a book?



She could have just come out with it. "I don't like you like that Harry, I'm sorry." But NOOO, she has to leave me out in the cold till she has the courtesy to let me down. Or, what if she really does like me, and is unsure of my intentions? Or maybe she has never thought about the two of us together, and now she is happily considering it?



Ok. Its simple. Its only 11. He will still be awake so it won't be anything creepy. I'll just approach his bed, tap him lightly on the shoulder, and invite him out. Not so hard? Oh dear. The door to the dormitory. This is it. Breathe, Mio, this is Harry we are talking about, not Lockheart.



But we have been friends for 6 years now. How could the idea of me in a romantic way never crossed her mind? It must have and she was disgusted. Every girl I had chance with only liked me because I was famous, or I was there when her boyfriend died, otherwise we were too good of friends to have a romance. Grrrr.



::tap::
Harry: WHAT! Oh, Mio. Hi.
Mio: Hi, Harry. Um, lovely night isn't it?
Harry: Uh, yeah, I suppose it is.
Mio: Yeah. Harry: Is there a reason that your here?
Mio: Oh! Yes. Doyouwanta uh, um, walk?
Harry: Sure.



Here it comes, the tragic let-down speech. Maybe it's not me, it's her. I'm sure it's "I still want to be friends". Maybe she even has a terminal illness. Who knows? But I'll sure find out soon.



Here it comes. The most romantic night of my life is spanning out before me. Oh he looks amazing in his pajamas. La de da. La de da. Fa la la la la la!



Mio: So Harry. I know we have been friends for a long time....
Harry: And that is all we'll ever be isn't it! I knew it. You had to take me out of the dorm, so not to embarrass me, and then you were going to let me down all easy like. Well I'm two steps ahead of you, hun, I retract my-
Mio: NO! No, Harry, that's not it at all! Why don't you let me finish?
Harry: Why don't you let ME finish! I retract my offfffffff—that's not it?
Mio: No! I was going to say I know we have been friends for a long time, but lately I've been really differently about you. I really like you Harry, and the answer is yes. I will go out with you.



SHE SAID YES! ::does a little dance::: Oh, I guess that is a good thing.