"You’re not coming to my match? Granger, when are you going to suck it up and come to one that isn’t against Weasley? You know you have season tickets. Not to mention a plus one for Potter, and I know deep down in my blacked heart that if you started going to my matches, I would be utterly unstoppable." Flashing his thigh clenchingly handsome dimples, he takes a moment to make sure I saw them before continuing. "Seriously Granger. You are my best girl, my closest friend. I need you to start coming to my matches. It would mean the world to me. Truly."