For a fleeting moment a whole mess of emotions fluttered over Michael's face as Ginny admitted she wasn't seeing anyone. But he bit his tongue and, with a great and impressive amount of restraint, stopped himself from reacting. It wouldn't be the best way to gain her reapproval and patch up their relationship. Not that they weren't still friends, not that they weren't a lot easier with each other than other couples in their situation had been, but Michael still held onto the hope that one day-
"Two lasagnes? Chips, salad- butterbeer?" They had to order soon because people were beginning to eye them with contempt for taking up a perfectly good table just so that Michael could gaze dreamily at Miss Weasley. "I'll go up and order, you guard the table. And I'll bring back the receipt so that you can pay half," he added with a grin, sliding around the table (and around Ginny) to head to the bar.