(A/N: This A/N I'll be replying to a couple reviews.

inandout: You are right that the chapters have been moving fast I didn't realize it untill you mentioned it. I think I've slowed thing back down again.

black pantha: How are there too many characters? I've only included one oc. The rest of the characters are JK Rowling's, I just enjoy writing stroies that include them.)

Ron, Harry and Hermione sat together at breakfast Saturday morning. "Where should we go today at Hogsmead?" asked Harry trying to make conversation. Hermione was still on the quite side.

"I don't know," shrugged Ron, "Where do you feel like going Hermione?"

"I won't be joining you guys today," answered Hermione as she took a bite from her toast.

"What? Then what will you be doing today?" demanded Ron.

"I promised to meet with Michael Cook today."

"Who?" asked Harry.

"Michael Cook, he's a seventh year Ravenclaw."

"That idiot!?" asked Ron having no idea what he was talking about, all he knew was that Michael was going out with Hermione and he did not like that.

"He's not an idiot Ron," defended Hermione, "Michael is a prefect, is in some of the most difficult NEWT classes."

Ron bit his tongue having nothing more to say against Michael, with out sounding even more like an idiot. A small silence began to creep up between the three when the room was filled with owls delivering letters, packages, and any thing and every thing else that could be sent by owl post. Hermione received her usual subscription to the Daily Prophet, plus a letter in a handwriting that she did not recognize. It read:

Hermione,

I am so sorry that I had to run out on you Friday night. Some of the third year Slytherins decided to give a first year from my house a hard time. (Leg Locker curse, Boogie Bat Curse – the works.) Yet, that is not the reason I'm writing you. I have a few things that I need to take care of at Hogsmeade. Would you mind meeting me at Three Broomsticks at 1:00?

Hope to see you there,

Michael

"Who is the letter from, Hermione?" asked Ron with curiosity while Harry read his letter.

"Michael," answered Hermione as she folded the letter and slipped it into her pocket.

"Oh," reacted Ron with a great distaste for Michael.

Hermione picked up on the distaste in Ron's voice and thought, "What is his problem with Michael? It is like he acts like he's interested then the next thing I know he goes all-distant. I can't wait forever Ronald Weasley."

"Who is your letter from Harry?" asked Hermione having to bite her tongue from telling Ron what she thought.

"It's from Snuffles," answered Harry handing over the letter from Sirius.

Harry,

Nice try in getting me not to come, but it won't work. Besides I am already here. I'll talk with you Monday.

-Snuffles

"That's different," remarked Hermione handing the letter over to Ron, "Normally we meet him in Hogsmead."

"I wonder where he is staying," pondered Ron giving the letter back to Harry.

"Maybe he is staying in that cave like last time," thought Harry aloud.

"We can check there," offered Hermione.

"I thought you were meeting Michael," sneered Ron, he did not like Hermione going out with Michael.

"I'm not meeting him until about one," argued Hermione.

After breakfast all of the older students made their way outside to the front of the castle to go Hogsmeade. "Hermione!" called Lavender from across the way.

"What now?" thought Hermione as she stopped to talk to Lavender.

"You two go ahead," waved Hermione to Ron and Harry, "I'll catch up."

"Hermione," started Lavender latching on to Hermione with Parvati walking on her other side, "we hear that you have a date with Michael Cook, one of the cutest guys in the school."

"Is it true?" asked Parvati.

"I don't know, if you'd call it a date..." answered Hermione, "We're meeting each other at Three Broomsticks to talk."

"I'd say that's a date," smiled Lavender squeezing Hermione's arm in excitement.

When Hermione arrived at Hogsmead, she was finally able to get away from Lavender and Parvati, and caught up with Ron and Harry.

"So what did they want?" asked Ron.

"They wanted to know about me and Michael," answered Hermione.

"Oh," remarked Ron as he rolled his eyes. He had heard more than he cared to about Michael.