A/N: I don't know why but recently I've felt like writing more than usual…

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…….

Ron could not believe his own bravery. He had tried very hard to look smooth around Hermione but he felt like he had gone too far. I probably looked like a bloody idiot. He told himself. God I'm a git, that's what I am a stupid git who doesn't know when to stop. Soon Ron was yelling at the top of his lungs in frustration.

"Why the hell I am yelling like a lunatic?!" He tried to snap out of his self loathing but it kept creeping up every time he thought about it. Soon the forty-minutes were over and Ron was still putting himself down.

Meanwhile….

Hermione took off her bathrobe and started to change into what she was going to wear that evening. She decided on some black skinny jeans, a slim-fitting wine-red and black collared shirt, some faux leather knee-length three inch boots and a long black coat She would wear her hair down like before, nothing special there. But before she put on her coat that was in the living room closet at the moment, she put on her makeup going for the pale pink theme. She put on her favorite perfume, then she ran her hands along side her shirt to fix it a little. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and was very happy with herself. Just because I don't dress like a slut, it doesn't mean that I can't attract a man. She thought of the letter from earlier that night.

Hermione walked out into the living room to find Ron looking at some family albums. "How embarrassing." Hermione said.

Ron stood up immediately taking her in. He was speechless. "You look fabulous, gorgeous, absolutely beautiful." Ron couldn't find the adjective that best described what he thought about Hermione.

"Better than with just a plain white bathrobe I hope." Hermione said coming closer.

Ron thought about it. "You know, you look good in anything know that I think about it." Ron said, meeting her half way.

"Well, thank you but flattery won't get you anywhere you know." She said in a whisper.

"You never know." They seemed to have fallen into a flirtatious canyon that Ron wasn't ready to go into. Not yet anyway. First the date.

"Shall we go then?" He asked offering her arm. Then like a lighting bolt he asked looking around, "where's Ginny? I haven't heard a peep from her since I've been here."

Hermione could hear a loud screech in her head. "Err… she fell asleep while I was over at your place. I went in to see her before I took my shower and I put her down to bed."

"Oh, that is so sweet of you." Ron was absolutely oblivious. "Well shall we go for sure now?"

"Yeah, sure." Hermione said, thanking all of the gods for helping her.

When they decided on going for Italian this evening Ron took her to a very secluded family-owned restaurant near the Themes.

"It's so quaint." Hermione said happily, looking around. When they went in there were couples sitting in little round tables with a lit candle in the center, soft light from the light fixtures from ahead, while romantic Italian music played in the background.

"Welcome to Sylvia's" A handsome young man, probably the son of the owners, came over led them to a table with the view of the city. When they were seated, the young man handed them a couple of menus.

After a quick dinner they decided to go for a drink at a local pub. What Hermione didn't know was that she was being followed…

A/N: What do you think? Short huh?