\ wherein she goes on her first date /
"PHEOBE, GET GOING!" SAID Ron in the common room that Thursday at around five.
"Why?" I asked over my textbook. He stared at me.
"Your date!"
"Um, very funny," I scoffed. "Who the hell am I going on a date with?"
"Harry, of course."
"What?!" Hermione and I said simultaneously.
"Remember when-"
"No, Ron, that was you joking. As in, not real."
"I wasn't! Harry's upstairs getting ready for your date right now!"
"What!? I can't go on a date?"
"Well, you'd best hurry, Pheeb," Ron said, leaning back on the couch and propping his legs up on the coffee table. I shot him a glare and ran upstairs with Hermione.
Harry's POV
"Hey, Ron," I said, going downstairs to see the redhead sitting on the couch by himself. "Where's Pheeb and Hermione?"
"Getting ready," he said plainly. I frowned.
"For what?" He shook his head.
"Don't tell me you forgot!" I widened my eyes, my heart racing.
What did I forget? A birthday? A wedding?
wait- what?
"Forgot what?"
"Your date!" Ron exclaimed. I froze.
"What? What date?! What?" I stammered, staring at the redhead.
"Pheobe's already getting ready, remember?"
"Getting ready?"
"It's a date, isn't it?" I could feel my jaw drop.
"You're telling me I've got a date with Pheobe Wilson? The hottest girl in our year!?"
"Well, I mean, she might come second to like, Hermione or whatever, but yeah, mate- wait, what did I just say- oh my Merlin-"
"I can't go on a date! I don't know what to do! I'm in a hoodie and sweatpants! I can't go on a date like this!" I panicked, sprinting back up the stairs.
Ron's POV because why not.
"Everything goes according to plan," I grinned, running a hand through my hair and leaning back on the couch. "I'm, like, a genius or something. No, not something, I am a geniu- oh my bloody God my little sister is going on a date. I might cry. I will-"
"Drumroll, please," said a voice. I looked up to see Hermione looking at me expectantly. I frowned.
"What?"
"Drumroll! Oh, honestly- presenting...Pheobe Wilson!" Pheobe stepped out suddenly, smiling bashfully in a pretty black and white flannel dress.
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another love; harry potter
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