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[mc_mike]

It's back on. The Double Date of Doom, as Tony and I have aptly named it. With any luck, it won't turn into the Double Date from Hell and All Things Malign, or worse -- the Double Date in which My Knob met its Unfortunate End.

It took nothing less than a bloody miracle to finally get Cho to agree to speak with me. Valentine's had not gone as I'd expected. I thought by now I would have multiple entries about Cho and I shagging all over the castle, sneaking in a round between classes, and how bloody mind-blowingly brilliant it is to have her like that. Instead, I've woken up to a sodding talking doll moaning "Corner me baby, I've been a naughty girl," received death glares from Marietta (which is a laugh really, but disturbing all the same), been avoided like I was a manticore by my girlfriend, and chased around the whole of Hogwarts by that creepy cat of Filch's during detention the other night.

But she finally did speak with me. And now I'm not so sure of where we stand. It wasn't all roses and kittens, that's for bloody sure. We each did our fair share of yelling - her moreso than I. She chastised me for Padma's present as if I were still in nappies, after reassuring me that she understood the tradition and had no qualms with it. Granted I should have asked her about tomorrow, her reaction is the exact reason why I planned on waiting until after Valentine's Day. Hermione's not some bint that solely exists to create havoc in her life. I know that the two of them have some sort of twisted backstory together, but fuck it. Tony wouldn't be with Hermione if she wasn't first-rate. That much I trust.

At least she liked her present. Knew she would. I reckon if I hadn't've purchased that sodding bracelet, she would've never agreed to the date tomorrow.

Now I'm not sure that's a good thing. There seems to be a lot of things I'm not certain of at the moment.