Fine. Be that way. Nobody reviews me. I see how it is. The only review I got was from some arsehole:

No Penname Provided: Screw you. You can't even write a review! Do you have anything better to do with your life? Jesus.

Anyhow…I need some people to review. Cause that person has made me lose faith in all of you. :-(

Well…I hope nobody likes this chapter. Sheesh.

February 14 was fast approaching. Molly felt that sick feeling in her stomach everytime she saw Ernie and Neville. She had told Neville she couldn't go with him, because she was too soft-hearted to turn down Ernie's offer. He bugged her a lot, but he had good intentions, however naïve he was.

The one thing that bugged her the most.

"Hi Molly!"

"Uh, hi Ernie."

"Fancy meeting you here!" Fancy that, thought Molly. Only the fourth time today. It was clear to her that he had memorized her schedule so that he could catch her during passing time. It was really kind of creepy.

"Yeah."

"Fine weather today," He said that all the time.

"It's hailing out," Molly was always rather blunt on these types of things.

"Is it really? I didn't know that," What had she gotten herself into?

All of a sudden, it was February 14th. Molly was so mad at herself. What had she gotten herself into?

"Are you ready to go?"

"Well yeah…"

"Brilliant! This is great!"

"Great!" Molly made an attempt at enthusiasm. What had she gotten herself into?

They walked down to Hogsmeade in a whirlwind embarrassed, muffled smalltalk.

"Fine—"

"Great weather."

"Exactly what I was going to say! Great minds think alike!"

"Yup."

"We have such great chemistry."

Molly almost choked.

"Uh…yeah."

Ernie tried to take her hand, but Molly decided suddenly that she had an itchy nose, and pulled away.

Ernie led her into Madame Puddifoot's.

"I hope you like it here."

Molly had only known of Madame Puddifoot's from Draco's accounts and when he had gone there with Pansy Parkinson. He said it was romantic. Molly would say it was a pink swirly deathtrap.

"Uh…yeah, it's great."

They sat down and Ernie ordered food.

"And what will you have, miss?"

"Oh, she doesn't need anything. We're going to share." Ernie said brightly.

"Actually…I cough have a bit of a cold. I wouldn't want you to cough catch it, so I'll order my own food. Thank you, though." Molly said.

"Oh, right."

They ate silently, until Molly looked across the room.

There sat…Neville…and Hannah Abbot.

This one's wicked short, but I needed it to be. And I'm punishing you non-reviewers. :-)