So… will ya go?

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So… will ya go?

"Harry there's three days before the ball! Now or never!"

Ron shoved Harry out of the table and towards the Ravenclaw table where Rose sat with her friends and older sister.

All of Roses little fifth year friends giggled enormously as Harry approached them.

Quickly hushing them Rose turned toward Harry.

"H-h-Hey! Rose! How's it goin'?" Harry felt immensely stupid as she answered; slightly blushing; "Hi Harry! Oh nothing, I'm good… how about you?"

"I'm g-g-great" he managed to stammer. "Would you mind-?"

But Rose cut him off: "Yes Harry?" and he finished lamely; "Meeting me in the gardens tonight? Six o' clock?"

Now it was Rose's turn to feel stupid as she mumbled; "Yea, sure"

With a slightly happier step, Harry made his way back to the table.

"Well what did she say?" Ron asked; spraying food every where as he poked Harry with his fork.

"Ronald I do hope you arent planning on re-using that fork" Hermione said loftily handing Ron a new fork.

Ron shrugged as he prodded Harry again and Hermione threw her hands up in exasperation.

So Harry managed to say: "She's meeting me in the gardens! Tonight at six!" Slightly proud Harry started wolfing down his food in an undignified manner.

"Harry!" Ron yelled so loud the Great Hall turned to look. Sitting down Ron chose to mumble; "Harry… you were supposed to ask her to the ball! Not to the garden!"

Harry looked at him indignantly and said; "For your information I am going to ask her in the Rose Garden!" He said emphasizing the word Rose.

Ron nodded and returned to his plate as Hermione clasped her hands together gleefully.


Harry tried combing his hair flat but soon gave up realizing a hopeless case.

Turning out of his room he began to head down to the gardens to wait for Rose.

He sat down on a stone bench at the front of the gardens; which when he looked at them; were quite beautfiul.

All the trees; now covered with icicles, were also covered with clear strings of lights, and on the archways leading to each individual garden.

He saw someone coming out of the castle and he ran back to his original bench; just realizing now that he had been wandering through out the gardens.

Just as he sat down Rose walked up to him; beautiful as ever.

"Hi Harry!" she said slightly breathlessly. Harry noticed how pink her cheeks looked from the bitter cold wind that surrounded them.

"Here, take this, it will keep you much warmer" and he took off his scarf and wrapped it tenderly around her thin neck.

Smiling in thanks; Rose nodded her head.

"Here I thought we could go over into this garden..." He muttered leading her into the Rose garden, not even realizing that he had his arm around her waist.

They sat down at the bench and Harry took a deep breath as he looked Rose in the eyes and said; "Rose I really like you and I was wondering if you well see if you wanted to go to the ball with well me..."

Rose didnt reply but he saw her eyes widen. He hoped it wasnt in shock, and it wasnt. It was in happiness.

He asked again; "So... will ya go?..."

Nodding her head she threw herself into Harrys arms, embracing him.

Laughing; the two made it back up to the castle with out Filch catching them.