Golden | h.p

23| Ron's date failure

A few days later, the golden trio was sitting at their usual spots at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was doing her  homework, Harry was trying to do his work while focusing on how to ask Diana to the ball, and Ron was looking around frantically waiting for Diana to show up. Diana had agreed to help Ron get a date since he was taking to long. 

"Will you relax?" Hermione asked, clearly annoyed that Ron's swift movements were interrupting her working. "No" Ron said and then turned to Harry, "at this rate we'll be the only ones without dates". Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to writing, not noticing she was pressing down a lot harder on her quil. 

"No, maybe Neville. Knowing him, he's already got plans to go alone" Harry said, Diana sitting down besides Harry. "Neville's actually already got a date" Diana told Harry. Ron groaned at this news "now I'm really depressed" he said.

"Don't be such a whiner, Weasley. I said I'd help you get a date. You just need to stop being so picky. Who know maybe your perfect date is sitting right besides you" Diana said.

Hermione shot Diana a death glare while Ron laughed. "Sorry, mate. But you are not my perfect date" Ron told Harry while patting him on the shoulder. 

"Oh, shove off. She meant Hermione" Harry said and tried focussing back on his work. "Psst" Fred said, Ron looked up and Fred handed him a folded piece of paper.

Get a move on or all the good ones will be gone.

Ron groaned and crumpled up the piece of paper. Diana grabbed the note and read it, Harry reading it as well. He looked up from the note to see Diana's reaction to Fred's letter to Ron was, but Diana had asked Fred, "have you got a date already?".

"Is this your way of asking me to the ball, darling?" Fred teased.

"When hell freezes over" Diana said. Fred scoffed and then threw a crumpled up piece of paper at Angelina. "What?" she asked quietly, "will you go to the ball with me?" he asked her while imitating a dance. Angelina smiled and then nodded, "sure". Fred then looked back and Ron and winked.

"Hermione, you're a girl" Ron started and Hermione exhaled "well spotted" she said. Harry noticed Snape walking towards them and tried signaling to Ron but he ignored it. Snape then whacked the four kids across the head with a book. 

"It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone. But for a girl that's just sad" Ron told Hermione. Diana face palmed and Harry shook his head. "Why is it that you decide to say this kind of thing to me? Diana's in the exact same position as I am" Hermione said angrily.

"That's not true I overheard at least five guys planning to ask her" Ron said and Diana hit him on the head. 

"Well good for her. But believe it or not I won't be going alone because somebody's already asked me" Hermione told him and then walked over and handed her work to Snape. She came back grabbed her book, slammed her book on the table slightly, "and I said yes!" she exclaimed and then stormed off. 

"You bloody idiot" Diana muttered. "Me? She's the mental, over dramatic one" Ron said. "Stop saying that. Good luck finding a date, Weasley" Diana said before hitting him again and then running off after Hermione.

"Nice going" Harry sighed. "She said she'd help me" Ron huffed, "was that before or after you were rude to her best friend?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. "I know you want to ask her" Ron said out of the blue. "So?" Harry asked, "so do it" Ron said. "I'm working on it" Harry said and focused back on his work. Ron groaned again, "I still need to figure something out". "Later in the common room, I'll help you" Harry said. 

Then all of a sudden both of them got hit on the side of the head and were forced to get back to work. "Snape" the both mumbled quietly.

Diana followed Hermione until she caught up to her. "It's just so frustrating" Hermione groaned. "Why? Why do I have to be a last resort?" Hermione asked as they made their way up to the fat lady portrait. "You are not a last resort Hermione" Diana told her. "yes but-" Hermione said and paused to say the password and enter the common room.