"Would you like to go ... I was wondering, seeing as neither of us have ... no, that's a stupid way to ask, he'll think I'm taking pity on him, or else asking for some of my own," Hermione was muttering lowly, her features anxious and strained. She wrung her hands together fitfully and took a heaving breath. "Right, start again ... phew, I'm so nervous, okay ... you can do this, Hermione, pull your head together ... you haven't got a date yet? Well, you don't need to ask anyone else, cos I've liked you for ages, yes, like THAT, and I'd just love to go with you, I've just never found a good time to say ... yes, that sounds alright.