A/N: Sorry. I went to camp, broke my finger, and had to get surgery on it. Right now I am typing to you with one hand.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter.
Ron
"So, I'm Ron. What's your name?" Ron questioned in eager anticipation. What was it about this girl that made him so nervous?
"Hi, I'm Hermione. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said placing her small hand into his rather large one. He couldn't help but think how small and delicate her hand felt.
His heart thumping, he finally plucked up some courage. "So, would you like to go on a date with me?"
Hermione
I couldn't help but laugh a little at his statement. "Do you always do this right after you show a girl a magic trick?"
I heard his friend behind him softly cough. It sounded strangely similar to "Only the pretty ones."
I decided I didn't need Ron's answer. With very little hesitation she answered "Of course. Just give me your number and we can set up a time and place later." Taking the slip of paper from his hand I felt more excited than I had in a long time.
" So, do you wanna make this interesting?" Gemma asked with a playful tone in her voice. Uh-oh. That could only mean one thing. "Let's make a bet. I bet that Ron will be able to figure out that you are a wizard in no time. If you can convince him that you're a muggle within 3 dates, I will never again pester you about shopping/ Deal?"
Hmmm... "Alright. You have yourself a deal."