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Hermione Granger Imagine.

I didn't know how much more I could take, watching Hermione dance with Krum at the Yule ball all because I didn't have the guts to ask her myself. The golden trio knew I was bi sexual, that wasn't the problem, I just wasn't sure if Hogwarts could handle me walking in with Hermione... Or if she would even say yes to me asking her.

"You know you could just go to the common room and wait for it to finish" Harry suggested with a smile, and nodded with a sigh, that was probably the best idea so I didn't start crying infront of all the people, Malfoy would have a great excuse to mouth off to me if I did that. I trudged up the stairs and gave the password, the halls by the Gryffindor common room were so silent you could hear a pin drop. I guess everyone was having fun... Except Ron and Harry because they were miserable. They'd missed out on good dates too.

I didn't want to go up to my room, knowing there would be nothing to do. Since I also shared with Mione that would not be a great idea. She'd come back gushing about how great it was, how Krum's great and everything's just so darn great. "Oh there you are." I frantically wiped my tears before turning around to face her. She'd ask what was wrong and the dam would break. "Hey H, you look great." I commented truthfully, she looked stunning. "Oh thanks..." She seemed to blush at my words, that confused me. "Anyway, I have been looking everywhere for you. I have been beating myself up all night because I never asked you to the ball, and instead I accepted Krum's invitation." If I'd had a drink I would've spat it out. Hermione Granger, smartest, most beautiful girl at Hogwarts, just confessed to me that she wanted to ask me to the ball. "You could just ask me out instead, there's a trip the Hogsmeade coming up and the sweet shop is a great date idea." I shrugged casually, even though I was completely screaming inside. She grinned at me and nodded. "Would you want to have some butterbeer with me, as a date, next weekend?" How could I say no. A date with butterbeer is definitely better than a stupid dance. "You know what Mione, I'd love to."

That was short, sweet, over punctuated and awful, sorry. Hope everyone is keeping safe through the shit time we're going through. 
K x