(A/N: Been a long time since I've updated, but I have two new chappies, I've also been able to update "What of the Marauders?" Summer Vacation is giving me a lot of time to write.)
"There is no chance that you'd want another Butter Beer is there?" asked Michael hesitantly.
"No, I don't think I'll be wanting one for a while," answered trying to save her anger at Ron for Ron.
"Good," sighed Michael, "I don't think I'll be wanting one for a while either." He performed the drying spell on himself as well, "I guess we should head back to the castle."
"That sounds, like a good idea," smirked Hermione feeling the sticky residue of the Butter Beer still on her.
As the two walked toward the carriages that carried the students too and from Hogsmead Michael cleared his throat a few times as if he wanted to say something. Finally when the two had reached the carriages Michael spoke up, "Hermione, I've been meaning to ask you all afternoon."
"Ask what?" prompted Hermione as she and Michael got into the carriage.
"I was wondering, if you would like to go to the Christmas ball with me?"
"What?" thought Hermione, "What do I answer? Come on Hermione think!"
"Umm, sure," answered Hermione, it came out with out her truly saying it, it was a slip of the tongue.
"Great!" beamed Michel.
"Why did I say that? I'm not sure I want to go to the ball with Michael, if I could choose I'd choose…" whispered Hermione's heart.
"No! Not him! He is the cause of a lot of your problems right now!" yelled out logic.
"What if you tell Michael you aren't sure if you are going to be able to make it to the ball, tell him you spoke too soon, let him down gently," coaxed wishful thinking.
"Perfect then you'd be still be able to go with…" joined in Hermione's heart. At this point logic barged into the conversation and put an end to it all.
"You're still mad at him! Remember what he did! Besides you told Michael yes and there is no way of getting out of going with him. He is a nice guy and he is the logical choice."
"Logical," mumbled Hermione to herself.
"What was that?" asked Michael who had placed his arm around Hermione's shoulder with out her realizing it.
"Nothing," answered Hermione.
"Logical, Michael is the logical choice for me to go to the ball with."