Author's Note: Hey! This is my second FanFic, and even though my story got many views and hits, I still didn't get a single review! So far, I know the names of everyone who has reviewed in my previous story, for they have touched my heart beyond what they can imagine. There are many who added my story for update alert, and favorite story as well, while it pleases me, I would also appreciate some reviews. Make my day better. :)
Previously:Finally, she picked up her courage, and went for it. Speed dialing his number, she braced herself, getting ready to hit the call button when…
Wonder, oh wonder! What a coincidence! The one person she wanted to call, was calling her! Phew!
Fanning herself with her hand, Hermione pressed the green receive button,
"Hello?" She asked breathlessly.
" 'Mione?"
"Harry!"
"Ah, hey... I was wondering, I mean, well, its like, the other girls, and well, I.. erm, wouldyouliketogotheprom with me?"
"..."
"As friends of course!"
"Come again? I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that."
"Well, you see, I don't wanna go out with the others girls, and I'd much rather go with you my best friend..to the prom."
"Are you asking me to go to the prom with you?"
"Yeah, I am! I mean you know your my friend.. And its time to let them know that we're best friends, and then after all, we're going to college next year, so who gives a damn about what they think!" Pause.
"So will ya come with me? As my date?"
"Of course! I'd much rather go with you my best friend, then with someone else..." she said softly.
"Brilliant! Pick you up at half past five, on Friday night, alright?"
"You bet! Thanks, Harry."
"I should be saying thanks! I was in such a dilemma, god knows what would have happened if you weren't there!"
"Haha, well then, my pleasure. Gotta go now! Have to go shop for groceries for Mum."
"Sure, see you on Friday."
"Bye, Harry!"
"Yeah, bye.. Adios."
Pressing the end call button, Hermione stared at the phone in her hand, placing a hand on her pounding heart, she crashed on her bed, and drowning her face in her fluffy pillow, squealed hard.
Harry stared at the phone, and very much like Hermione, crashed back on his bed, punching the air, in victory.
Maaan, he so couldn't wait for Friday!
A/N: Could anybody suggest some dresses for Hermione? And describe them? Or else I will have to find something myself. :P Please do help! And review! :) A review equals a happy author, and a happy author equals, faster updates!