A/N: Here's the 2nd to last chapter. It's really short, but it goes with the plot. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not owned by a 14 year old New Yorker!
I laid awake that night, my head spinning. What was up with Hermione? Does Ron really like me or was that almost-kiss a spur of the moment thing?
As I was thinking, a flash of pink appeared on my nightstand. Cautiously, I crept towards the glow. I stopped short when I saw the object.
Floating about an inch above my nightstand was the most beautiful pink rose I've ever seen. I went to grab it and a note appeared in my hand. When I opened it, it read:
My dear Lavender,
This rose is for you. I made it everlasting,
So you can keep it forever.
I was wondering if
You would go with me to Hogsmeade
This weekend?
If yes,
Meet me at the Three Broomsticks at 1.
-Your Secret Admirer
My heart was beating double time when I finished reading the note. I picked up the rose and inhaled its sweet aroma.
A/N: really short, I know