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“Hermione Granger, would you like to come with me to the Yule Ball?” His voice trembled ever so slightly but that seemed much better than last time. At least he didn’t stumble over her name like some love struck child. Seamus glared at his reflection. “Come on Finnigan. Pull yourself together.”
Hermione hadn’t been asked yet. He really hoped that she was waiting for him. He was trying to pluck up the nerve!
Who was he kidding? She was waiting for Weasley.
“What you doing, mate?” Dean asked from the doorway.
“Nothing serious,” Seamus mumbled, hurriedly turning from the mirror.