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Harry: Out with it, Mitsuko. Tell them how 'Mione and I got hooked up.

Mitsuko: Even the---

Harry: No!

Mitsuko chuckling evilly: You handed me the responsibility of doing this story (well, actually I did, I'm just making the dialogue up), so I get to do whatever I want with it. MWAHAHAHA!Oki. Here's Harry's first attempt at actually getting a girl to ask her out.

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Chapter 2: The First Attempt

What do you usually give a girl whom you accidentally hit with foot thick book?

"Try flowers."

"WHOA? Who was that?" Harry looked around. He was in his favorite thinking place, the Quidditch stands. The Famous Potter can always be found there if he needed new moves, plays, ideas, and as just a place for him to think. This was respected among the Hogwarts populace, although one can always see a staggering young female or two walk along the seats to find a rugged looking Quidditch captain sitting among them.

"Seamus. Relax...I'm not gonna swoon over you..I'm straight."

"I'm straight too..."Harry looked at him with a very shrewd eye. "Flowers? You really think that could work?" He thought that it's very old-fashioned, but hey, he's desperate.

"It will! I trust that girl to fall in love with you faster than you can say...Bloody hell, it's a book!" Finnegan fell over laughing.

"Shut up with that will you?" responded Harry. He was serious now. "Alright, I'll give it my shot."

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Harry Potter walked around the halls with a giant bouquet of assorted flowers. Shades of crimson and white. The kind that makes any girl who received it answer to a marriage proposal and a honeymoon in a heartbeat. I was not one of those girls. Think it's bullshit. The kind of love that goes around the likes of Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, spans for only eight months. His record, anyway. What kind of love is that? But instead of giving it to one of those puppy-eyed little preps, he's coming closer to me. Damn. Why must I be cursed?

"Erm. Hh-hermione. Hermione isn't it?" the oh-so-'ye Gods'-Quidditch Prince. I humbly bow down before you...Not.

"What do you care? I suppose you'll want to know where Parvati Patil is. Her next class is Herbology, y'know, outside?" I pointed my finger outside the window.

"It's not for her."

"Whose is it for then?"

"You'll never guess."

"Ginny."

"No."

"Cho."

"No."

"Luna."

"No."

"Hannah."

"No."

"PANSY PARKINSON?" I was clueless...

"No. Give up?"

"Yes."

"You."

"You must be joking."

"No, I'm not," he looked nervous, fidgeting around in his trouser pockets..

"Why?Did I do something to you?" I gasped. "Did YOU do something to me?"

"No, no, no! Nothing like that!" Every single girl was surrounding us like I seduced him behind the fanclub's backs... "I just want to apologize for the ...ahem...book incident." He said the last two words kinda soft, almost seductive, but I think it was meant to be concealed only for us to here. Never mind that.

"Thanks," I said, taking the bouquet from his hands. He looked relieved. Haha. I threw it back into his arms, slamming it down and making a SHHH sound. I'm content. "But no thanks."

The members were small eyed. They tightened their little circle around us, pushing their sleeves up their arms. Nice muscles, ladies...Develop that while looking for the Quidditch poster?

Harry did the only thing he could to protect me. He put his arms around me and kissed me. KISSED ME! The girls immediately stopped all right. Harry pulled back too. "Are you okay?"

"Okay?" I screeched. What the hell's he talking about, okay...Bloody hell smothered his spit all over me...Asshole...I pushed him over. "I gotta get to class."

Is it alright?Not exactly good writing person at 2 15 Christmas morning, but it's for you guys...