Who: Ron & Hermione
What: Their auction date
Where: Quidditch museum
When: Saturday, beginning at 6



Ron wasn't sure what had made him suggest going to the Quidditch museum on a date, except that it sounded like the kind of thing that both he and Hermione could reasonably enjoy. At first, he'd thought of taking her to play Quidditch, but something told him that would make the whole thing even more of a disaster than it already was. And then he'd remembered the museum, and Hermione's love for anything remotely resembling a library, and he figured he had nothing to lose by mentioning it. And to his surprise, Hermione did actually seem pleased by his choice, and he was completely puzzled as to how he was supposed to ever fall properly in love with this woman if he could never figure out when he was doing something right, and when he wasn't. He was completely shocked every time he did the right thing, and now was no exception.

But for now, at least, it seemed he could be confident that he was doing well. He'd been on time to pick her up, and they'd apparated to the museum, and were now standing just inside the entrance, tickets in hand, deciding which direction to head in first. Ron's cheeks were nearly as red as his hair, as he became certain that everyone nearby could tell they were on a date, and he became flustered by the mere thought. "Um. You pick," he was saying to Hermione. "You're good at making decisions like this."