Ophelia Black is the daughter of notorious killer Sirius Black. Ophelia's mother Portia Black (a veela) died with her friends Lily and James Potter and so did Ophelia... atleats that's what the world thought.
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"Why do they always have to travel in packs? How are you supposed to get one alone to ask them out?" Ron kept blabbering about not being able to find a date to the Yule Ball. But right now, I couldn't care less about his ramblings. My mind was fully occupied by the blonde sitting on the other side of the courtyard with the Delacours.
"Blimey, Harry. You've slayed dragons. If you can't get a date, who can?" Ron asked, and I just exhaled. Fighting a dragon was less nerve-wracking than figuring out how to ask the Ophelia Black out. So many guys have already asked her in the most extravagant ways, but she's said no to all of them. I don't know how long she'll be willing to wait for me—she said she would, but I don't want to push it either.
"I think I'd take the dragon right now."
"Bloody hell, here we go again." Ron pointed across the courtyard at Ophelia. "Here we are, hoping to find one date, while guys are literally throwing themselves at her left and right. She's turned down half the school by now. What is she waiting for?"
"Maybe she's just waiting for someone she actually likes to ask her..."
"Yeah, Cedric. I wonder what that bloke's up to. He stalks my sister every day and doesn't leave her alone, but now he's disappeared? I bet he's asked some other girl out. Poor O, she'll be heartbroken."
"What if it's not Cedric?" I asked warily. I should tell Ron about my feelings for Ophelia, but I fear he won't be accepting of it.
"Who else would it be?" I shrugged and muttered a quick "I don't know" as we walked back to our common rooms. I decided I wasn't going to wait any longer. I was going to ask her tomorrow. To hell with what Ron thinks or says; all I care about is proving to Ophelia how much I care for her.
I had my work cut out for me tonight.
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Harry waited until very late in the night to start working on his plan to finally ask Ophelia out. He stayed in the common room until everyone had left, especially Ron. He went up a couple of times to make sure the redhead was really fast asleep. Once Ron was knocked out, he slept like a baby.
