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- and everyday, I feel myself falling more and more for you.
these are harry potter imagines and one-shots. slip yourself into the shoes of the main character, and fall for those of your choice.
"Do you remember when we told each other that if we couldn't find dates to the Yule Ball that we'd take each other?" You turn to your childhood best friend with wide smiles. Hermione glances up at you from her textbook giggling.
"I do. And if I remember correctly, you don't have a date," she raises an eyebrow before taking a swig of her orange juice, a quill sitting by the utensils next to her.
"And neither do you, right?" You ask the question, hoping that she doesn't. But then again you wouldn't be surprised if boys were following Hermione down the corridors, begging for her to go with them.
"No, I don't. Viktor Krum asked me but I politely rejected it." She mirrors a smile, watching as your jaw drops.
"And this is the first I'm hearing of this?"
"It wasn't that important," she dismisses your thought with a wave of her hand.
"It wasn't that important? You rejected one of the most famous Quidditch players- and you're acting like it isn't a big deal."
"I'm not interested in him, or any of the blokes here. They all make fools of themselves," she points to a group of boys trying to pick their own jaws off the floor, and ask a group of Beauxbaton students to go to the ball.
"So yes, to answer your first question I do remember." She looks back down at her book firmly for another second before shutting it.
"And no, you don't need to throw something elaborate together," she links her arm through yours with an enchanting laugh. "Because we're going, as friends." She reaches up to greet Harry and Ron who are both looking like they've won the lottery. You feel your pulse quicken as she holds on to you, diving deeper into her laughter.
Everytime you look at her, you can't help but marvel at the feelings she makes you feel- and she probably doesn't even know it.
Harry begins to run a tale to you and Hermione about how they've both asked Beauxbaton students, and both said yes. During the tale, Hermione doesn't let go of your arm, laughing when appropriate.
"If this doesn't make Cho regret saying no to you, I don't know what will." Ron agrees, his eyes glazing.
"What about you Hermione?"
She quickly catches your expression and narrows her eyes slightly. You know she's attempting to communicate not to mention anything about Viktor Krum.
"Actually, Euphemia and I are going together. We sort of promised ourselves years ago," Hermione shrugs, but doesn't lose a smile as she talks about your childhood memory.
"At least you won't hate each other at the end of the night," Ron snickers and helps himself to a large plate. "Because it seems like half of the students here will."
Hermione nods thoughtfully, allowing your arm to drop this time. The warmth of her grip doesn't seem to lose you even as your arm hits your side gently.
"No promises," you joke toward her, and she playfully frowns. "I can make a scene if you'd like to make an exit at the end of the night."
"We'd be the talk of the school," the two of you begin to brainstorm, and you push your long hair from your face.
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