Title: Second chance
Summary: Ever wanted a second chance? Drabble.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything HP related.
A/N: Please read my oneparter "Simple". It's rumoured to be one of my best stories.
He was sixteen and he still didn't know how to ask a girl to the Christmas Ball. He felt stupid. Last time, Harry had to do it for him. And he had spent the evening with a girl who was pretty but dull. He didn't want to go through that again. He didn't want to screw up his second chance. This time he had to do it, no matter the excuses. This time he would have to do it before someone else could.
She was pretty. Many guys would want to ask her. Would she say yes to one of them, thinking that he wouldn't ask – again? Or would she just say yes because she didn't even consider him as a possible date anymore? Worse...would she just see him as a friend when he had finally realised how perfect she was?
He approached her, feeling sick with nervousness. How could it be that talking to a friend was this hard? Why did those butterflies hinder his speech?
"Hermione?"
She turned around, smiling at him. It took his breath away. He fidgeted with his robes.
"Would you...uhm...I mean..."
Her smile grew wider and her eyes sparkled. He got confused. Did she already know his question? Did she just like to see him squirm? He averted her eyes.
"It isn't that hard Ron..."
He looked back up.
"Yes it is."
He breathed.
"Would it make it easier if I said my answer was yes?"
"Slightly."
He answered, going red.
"So you'll go with me then?"
"Let's see..."
Hermione teased him.
"You've finally realised I'm a girl then?"
He blushed even more, if that was possible.
"Come on 'Mione..."
She laughed, touching his hand for a second before letting go, a slight shade of pink colouring her cheeks.
"Okay...I'll go with you..."
Ron let out his breath, relieved.
"Only..."
And stopped breathing again.
"if it's a proper first date."
And just like that, he had gotten a second chance.
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