Both Harry and Ron looked at me in disbelief. I was not entirely sure if that was due to the ingenuity I employed for this meeting or if the fact it was here of all places. Stepping inside the pub, the warmth of the fireplace replaced the October cold chill I had from walking around Hogsmeade since the date. Harry noticed that I was a lot more, jovial, when I met up with them. An ambush from him or Ginny was inevitable at the end of the meeting, but I couldn’t care less anymore. 