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After asking Harry out, Lexi had promptly given him a cocky smile before walking out of the room, hitting him in the stomach with the palm of her hand as she walked out, leaving Harry staring after her, utterly dumbfounded.

As a matter of fact, Harry just walked around for the next two days in an utterly dumbfounded state of mind.

So dumbfounded, all his actions were simply routine and done out of habit.

Looking back on it, he would never know exactly how he got through the two days.

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"Hermione!" Harry called out as he searched his closet for the olive green polo that—according to Hermione—brought out the green in his eyes which—according to Hermione—were his best asset.

"Yes?" Hermione called out weakly from the couch in the den.

She had been sick almost constantly for the past three days. Harry had offered to stay home with her that night, but she had refused saying "I've waited far too long for you or Lexi to get past your stubbornness and ask the other out for me to let you stay home just because I'm feeling a little green."

"Have you seen my green shirt?" Harry called back as his eyes scanned the floor of his room where all his clothes were strewn—all in the mad search for the olive green polo that—according to Hermione—brought out the green in his eyes which—according to Hermione—were his best asset.

"Which one?" Hermione asked as she walked into the room, hair disheveled, still in her pajamas, clutching a pillow, and looking rather nauseous.

"The one that—according to you—brings out the great in my eyes," Harry said as he racked his brain for the last time he had seen the shirt, "Which—according to you—are my best—" Harry trailed off as he studied his best friend. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay home with you?"

"Absolutely certain," Hermione said with a forced smile. "You go off, have fun on your date. Merlin knows you deserve it."

"Come on, 'Mione," Harry urged her, "We could eat popcorn and play exploding snap until the sun comes up." Harry suggested with a grin.

"Don't even mention food," Hermione said as she held her hand over her mouth with a slightly green tint to her face.

"Sorry," Harry said sympathetically. "I thought you promised me you would go to the healer if you didn't feel better soon?"

"I will," Hermione assured him, "If I don't feel better soon."

"You said that on Wednesday," Harry reminded her with a raised eyebrow. "That was two days ago."

"Fine," Hermione conceded, "I'll make an appointment on Monday."

"Thank you," Harry said with relief. "Have you seen my shirt?"

"You mean the one you're not wearing?" Hermione asked as she leaned against the doorframe and looking at his chest area with a raised eyebrow.

Harry looked down only to realize that he was wearing nothing except for boxers.

"Er—yeah—that one," Harry said, pulling on a gray t-shirt for the time being.

"I don't know where it is," Hermione said as she joined Harry in looking around the room. "When do you have to leave?"

"Um," Harry stuttered as he looked down at his watch, "Five minutes."

"Why on earth did you wait so long to get ready?" Hermione asked in a frustrated voice.

"I didn't, I've been looking for my shirt for at least fifteen minutes," Harry defended himself.

"Fifteen minutes," Hermione muttered in amazement, "You are aware that you are a wizard, correct?"

Harry stared at her with a confused look on his face.

"My, my, you are nervous," Hermione said with a smile as she pulled out her wand, "Accio shirt."

All the shirts that were currently spread throughout Harry's flat came zooming towards Hermione and fell in a pile at her feet, partially blocking the doorway through.

Harry cleared his throat and picked up his own wand from the bedside table.

"Accio green polo," Harry said with a smile at Hermione. "Thanks 'Mione."

"No problem," Hermione said as she looked around in wonder at the clothes surrounding her. "Did you have any idea that we owned this many shirts?"

"Over half of them are yours," Harry said as he pulled on his shirt.

"Are not," Hermione argued.

"Are too," Harry argued in return as he pulled on his jeans.

"Are—" Hermione began before pausing for a moment to think. "Are you nervous?"

"Honestly?" Harry asked as he pulled on his shoes.

"Nah," Hermione said sarcastically.

"Yeah, a little bit," Harry said, "Quite a bit actually. I mean, Lexi's so… And I'm so…"

"Really?" Hermione asked with raised eyebrows.

"She's just so… Confident and it's a bit… Intimidating…" Harry said with a sigh. She could be quite a bit intimidating and—er—scary.

"Maybe she's not as confident as you think she is," Hermione said as she made her way through the piles of shirts to sit on the bed.

"No, I'm pretty sure she is," Harry said, sitting beside his best friend.

"What did you decide you two lovebirds would do tonight?" Hermione asked, leaning against him.

"I was actually planning a picnic in the park," Harry said, face turning red, looking at Hermione for her opinion. "That's corny, isn't it?"

"Of course it isn't," Hermione scolded him, "It's cute and sweet… And romantic."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked nervously.

"Yes, it's adorable," Hermione said, smiling at him.

"You know, if I would've let her choose… Well, I'd probably be bungee jumping," Harry looked nauseous for a few moments, "Or, you know, something equally horrifying."

Hermione smiled at him, giggling.

"You know, I doubt riding a broomstick is all that much less scary than bungee jumping. Merlin knows that it's not as high of a height," Hermione said, looking at him knowingly.

"I know, but the idea… Or falling from that high with just a cord holding you…" Harry said, shaking at the idea.

"Yes, it's so much more terrifying than falling from a broom much higher with nothing holding you," Hermione mock-agreed.

"Yeah, but you don't know you're going to fall," Harry defended himself poorly.

Hermione looked at him as though he were crazy.

"Oh, Merlin," Harry said as he looked down at his watch, "I have to go."

"Have fun," Hermione said with a sweet smile as Harry stood up.

"Do I look alright?" Harry asked as he tugged at his shirt and desperately tried to smooth down the back of his hair.

"Very handsome," Hermione said as she grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly.

"Hope you feel better," Harry said as he bent over and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

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"So, what are we doing?" Lexi asked, wrapping her arm through Harry's as they stepped out of her flat building and into the dark night.

"You see that park over there," Harry said, gesturing across the street anxiously, getting more and more worried as each moment came and went. Even though Hermione had assured him that it was NOT corny, he couldn't shake the feeling that Lexi would laugh in his face.

"If you're talking about the bungee jumping stand they had set up, it left yesterday," Lexi told him as they walked along the sidewalk, waiting for traffic to clear so they could cross.

"No," Harry said, chuckling to himself. "I was actually thinking—" Harry trailed off at the questioning expression etched on Lexi's face.

"You were thinking…" Lexi urged him gently.

"Iwasthinkingwecouldhaveapicnic," Harry said in one breath as he wiped his sweating hands on his jeans.

"Pardon?" Lexi asked, looking at him with confusion.

"I was thinking," Harry began again after taking a deep breath, "I was thinking we could have a picnic." Harry said, squeezing his eyes shut nervously.

"Oh, Harry," Lexi exclaimed in a completely unreadable voice.

Harry, not knowing if she was letting him down easy or happy about the idea, chanced opening one of his eyes.

"That's so—wait a minute. You're seducing me on the first date!?" Lexi asked, pulling away from the crook of his arm and slapping him in the chest.

"No, no, Lexi, I swear—" Harry began worriedly.

"I was joking," Lexi said with a laugh.

"Oh," Harry said feeling slightly awkward, "funny."

"So, where's the picnic basket?" Lexi asked, looking around when they had found a nice spot to sit in the dark park.

Close enough to a lamppost so they could see each other, but far enough away so they wouldn't be attacked by all the bugs attracted to the light.

"Oh, yes," Harry stuttered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the tiny picnic basket and tapping it with his wand.

"Should you really be doing—that," Lexi said, gesturing towards Harry and his wand, "Here?"

Harry looked around for a moment, considering the question.

"I'm sure it's fine," Harry said, looking around for anyone who could've possibly seen them.

"I like your shirt," Lexi commented as she rummaged through the picnic basket.

"Thank you," Harry said with a smile.

"You welcome," Lexi said quietly. "And you're not wearing glasses."

"Yeah, I don't like them very much," Harry said, referring to the round black rimmed glasses he had been wearing over half his life.

"They why don't you ever wear contacts?" Lexi asked innocently.

"They itch," Harry said, subconsiously poking at his eyes.

"Then why don't you get glasses you like?" Lexi asked, looking at him curiously.

"I--I never thougt about that," Harry said in a surprised voice.

After a few moments of awkward silence in which Harry nervously tried to figure out what to do with his hands and Lexi continued rummaging through the picnic basket without a care in the world, Harry remembered some advice Hermione had once given him.

"You look nice too," Harry said, looking at her. She really did look nice. Not at all scary like usual. Her hair was down and halfway down her back. She was wearing slightly baggy dark red capri pants, a tight black tank top, and black heels that made her as tall as Harry.

"Thanks," Lexi said with a large, genuine smile lighting up her face. "Did you cook this?" She asked, gesturing to the carton of pasta she had just opened.

"No," Harry said reluctantly, "I ordered it from some restaurant down the block." Harry said, pulling out two bottles of self-filling butterbeer out of the basket.

"Where'd you get the basket?" Lexi asked a few moments later.

"'Mione," Harry said as he took a sip of his butterbeer.

Lexi nodded with a smile as she opened her own drink and sipped on it slowly.

"Hey, Harry," Lexi asked a few minutes later with a pensive look on her face as she looked intently at her food.

"It's not good?" Harry asked, gesturing to her supper.

"No, it's just… Can I ask you a bit of a—er—personal question?" She asked quietly, not meeting his eyes.

"Sure," Harry agreed, wondering what she wanted to know.

"I wouldn't ask—it's just… You're the only person I know who… Well, accept Hermione. But I can't ask her. It would upset her too much and—" Lexi trailed off, looking up at the sky. "What was that?" She asked, wiping the bridge of her nose.

Harry looked up at the sky, slightly confused.

"Condensation?" He suggested half-heartedly. It wasn't supposed to rain tonight.

"Is that even possible? I mean, it's—" Lexi stopped talking, looking up at the sky.

Harry looked back up too, wondering what she was on about.

The sky was no longer clear. The stars and the moon were no longer visible.

"Is it supposed to rain tonight?" Lexi asked curiously.

With a clap of thunder, rain was pouring in what seemed like buckets from the sky.

"That thing," Harry began, "Yeah, that was rain."

"You think?" Lexi said as she whipped out her wand to magically pack the picnic basket.

"I do," Harry said, standing up and pulling her to her feet before shrinking the basket to fit in his pocket.

"You know," Lexi screamed to him as they ran hand in hand back towards her flat, completely and utterly soaked, "We could apparate back."

"Yeah, we could," Harry screamed back as the road cleared and they ran across.

"But where would the fun in that be?" Lexi asked with a laugh.

"Exactly," Harry said as he ran down the sidewalk, holding her hand, dodging the other people running to get back inside to their dry homes. "Which building again?"

"This one," Lexi said, stopping behind him in front of a door.

She opened the door, leaning it against her leg as she smiled at him.

"What was it you were trying to ask me earlier?" Harry shouted over the rain as he brushed his sopping hair out of his face.

"It's not important," Lexi said, still standing there, smiling at him.

Her clothes were clinging to her slender body and her hair was disheveled and wet, hanging in her face.

"Hermione always told me not to snog a girl on the first date, but—"

Lexi wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head towards her, snogging him on the lips quickly.

Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her back. Before, when he had snogged Cho and Hermione and Liz, he had never known where to put his hands and felt awkward.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," Lexi said, pulling away and smiling at him before turning around and walking into the building.

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