Even when they'd both gotten back from the holidays, he'd still found it difficult to get her alone at any point and he wasn't sure if that was more because he wasn't trying hard enough or if it was because she was trying harder to avoid him. But he'd managed, at last, to get her alone long enough to ask her if she'd like to go out to Hogsmeade for a Valentine's Day date.
The words had come out haltingly; his palms sweaty; his heart pounding. For all that he had come to a comfortable area with Michelle, it seemed that it hadn't come far enough when he'd managed to stammer out his request.
Thank Merlin she'd said yes.
And so, dressed in a pair of dark slacks and a dark blue button up, his cloak throw over the whole ensemble, he held open the door to Madam Puddifoot's (a place he'd been to on a few rare occasions) his other hand giving the umbrella a shake to rid it of the softly falling snow. The warmth of Puddifoot's hit him in the face, the almost sickeningly sweet smell of the place following a moment later as he smiled - almost shyly - at Michelle.
"I know it's a bit cliche, isn't it?" he commented as the door shut behind them and they were presented with the options of where to sit.




