Harry grinned at Hermione. She had no idea what was happening. It would be a total suprise, and a shock if she say yes.
He accioed his broom and leapt on it, grabbing a slice of toast as he flew out the Great Hall. The gryffindors cheered and the slytherins groaned.
The game was about to start, and Harry couldn't help feeling nervous. This was a long shot.
Lee Jordan started commentating.
'That's potter, racing down the pitch. He goes into a nose dive, and seems to be falling, but what's that?'
It was a parachute, claiming I can't help falling for you, Hermione, Yule ball?
Hermione gasped and nodded, laughing at the cheesiness. Harry punched the air and went bright red.
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100 word stories
NouvellesYou have 100 words, use them wisely. Use for good, for evil, for love, for slytherin, for gryffindor or anything you want. No smut. Yes swearing, but not excessively. All credit will be given to rightful writer!
