"Fred, we're going to be late!"
"I'm not going!"
George glared at him. "Why not?"
"I don't have a date."
"Me either." A disgruntled Hermione walked into their room.
"Well, then go with Fred, you two have liked each other for ages anyways, there problem solved, you two have ten minutes to be ready to go to the ball."
George walked out of the room and left Hermione and Fred in an uncomfortable silence.
"You like me?" Hermione asked.
"Umm yeah, a bit."
"Well, that solves my problem."
"What?"
"I was going to ask you anyways."
Perhaps the evening wouldn't be a waste after all.