Harry Potter Characters x Reader Oneshots and Imagines (Completed/Closed)

Dates to Slughorn's Christmas Party - Harry Potter X Female Reader

Description: You are a generally shy student and have been friends with the Golden Trio since first year when you met on the train.  It is now 6th year and you and Harry still haven't dates to go to Professor Slughorn's Christmas Party, but you secretly hope he asks you (*wink, wink*).  

House: Your Choice

Blood Status: Your Choice

Warnings: None? (There's one swear that's sorta not a swear)

A/N: This is my first time writing any sort of fanfic.  Please excuse the suckiness and if you have any suggestions, please comment!  (This chapter has been revised and [hopefully] improved)

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You skip merrily down the hallway to meet Harry and Hermione in the library, your scarf bobbing up and down behind you.

"Hi, Harry! Hi, Hermione!" you whisper, careful not to disturb Madame Pince as you see them.  They wave at you and you walk over to them.  "Hey, you guys!  Umm..  Where's Ron?"

Hermione grunts and rolls her eyes, obviously in a huff.  

"He's with Lavender," Harry whispers to you.  "They were last seen in the corridors near transfiguration...  Snogging."

"He's at perfect liberty to kiss whoever he likes!" Hermione snaps suddenly, walking over to a bookshelf with an arm full of heavy books.  "I really couldn't care less!"

"Why?  Are you jealous?" you say teasingly, your eyes on Hermione.  She blushes profusely.

"N-no.  I most certainly am not, y/n!  I don't give a crap about Ronald!"

"Come on, Hermione.  You still care for him.  You're just mad," you say.

"I guess you're right y/n.  Though, I was however under the impression that we were going to attend Slughorn's Christmas party together!"  Hermione grumbles.  "Anyway.  Enough about me... Y/n!  Who are you taking to the party?"

"I don't know...  Nobody's asked me...  I don't really like the idea of asking anyone...  You guys know that you and Ron are basically my only friends."  You sulk.  You hadn't managed to make any other friends other than them in all your years at Hogwarts.  People just gave you the cold shoulder and took no notice of you.  On the inside, you really hoped that Harry would ask you to the party.  You had had a crush on him ever since third year, but you knew you never had a chance.  He liked Ginny after all and how could you compete with her?  He was crazy gorgeous and super smart, too.  A lot of the boys wanted her.  Who would want you compared to her?

"I'm sure you'll get a date, y/n!" Hermione says, patting you supporting on the shoulder supportively. 

"What about you, Harry?  Have you got a date?" Hermione asks, turning around to face Harry.

"W-what?"  he stutters nervously.

"Have you got a date?" you ask.  "Come on, be honest..."

"N-no..." he gulps, turning away from Hermione's disappointed gaze.

"Well...  You can't just take anyone, Harry,"  Hermione says.  She crosses over to Harry and looks him in the eye.  "You see that girl over there behind me in that little alcove place?" 

Both you and Harry look over behind Hermione.  In the corner sits a slender, curly haired girl.  The girl is staring longingly over at Harry and is, to be honest, very pretty.  He has bushy black hair and beautiful lightly tan skin.

"That's Romilda Vane," Hermione explains.  "She's apparently  been trying to smuggle you a love potion."

Harry looks over at her discretely.  She plays with her hair, hoping to attract Harry over to her corner of the library.