“Ask me again.”

“What?”

“Come on, Potter, you can’t be that thick. Ask me if I want to go to Hogsmeade. Ask if I want a tour of the secret passage that leads you to Honeyduke’s. I don’t bloody care what you ask me, really. Just ask me.”

It caught him off guard for a second or so. “What - you mean…?” She shot him a look that meant she wasn’t ( Read more... )