I gasped as the restaurant Ron had made reservations at came into view. It was the kind that gave you the impression that only some one as rich as the Malfoys' (I winced at the name) could afford to buy water and bread. The sign above the door read Isaac's.

"Ron, you shouldn't have done this."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I regretted them. I knew how sensitive he was about money, and I sure didn't want to set him off tonight.

"Really, 'Mione? I spend this much time, and effort, and money on this night, and you still think you don't deserve it? The least you could do is acknowledge how much this night means to the both of us."

He was becoming angry fast, so his words barely made sense. He took a step away from me, letting his hand slip out of my grip.

Cautious of his temper, I spoke in a gentle, calm voice to calm him. "Ron, Love, I do appreciate it. Truly, every bit. But," I paused, not sure if I should mention this tonight. "It makes me feel selfish when you use up all of your savings on me."

I studied his face, waiting for an answer when I couldn't detect anything there.

"I'm sorry, 'Mione. If it makes you feel better, we could go to Cheap Charlie's instead," he responded jokingly. I had gotten my Ron back.

I pretended to think it over, looking first at the two restaurants, then finally letting my gaze fall on him. At this sight I couldn't help but smile.

"I'll choose… hm, this is tough. How about Isaac's?"

My smile grew larger as he laughed. He kissed my cheek and put his arm around my waist as we began to walk again. With my head against his chest, I wished this moment could last forever.

But, since it couldn't, I thought of another subject to press with him.

"So, why is this night so special for us?" I questioned.

"What?"

"Before you said how this night will be special." Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. "It's not our anniversary, is it? Oh dammit I couldn't have forgotten that. I'm so sorry Ron."

He laughed a genuine laugh. "No, I know you wouldn't forget our anniversary. It is not today. Not for another month, actually."

"Then why the fancy restaurant? What is the occasion then?"

I was becoming more and more intrigued, but I noticed that as I did so, he became more and more jumpy.

I didn't get the chance to question this, though, because at that moment we reached Isaac's.

The restaurant was even more elegant inside than I had expected. The tables were all filled with people who could have been the acquaintance of a movie star. There was a balcony in the back that over looked the water.

I was most surprised when the waiter led us to a table outside. It was a beautiful view, and there was no one else within listening distance of our table.

I just raised my eyebrows at Ron, to which he did the same.

"Please, have a seat," he said to me as he pulled out my chair.

"You make a fine gentleman. I am impressed."

I watched as he beamed with pride. I loved it when he did that.

"Ah, I do try. I would do anything as long as it made you happy," he said, suddenly getting serious. I could feel myself slipping away, getting lost in his eyes. It amazed me how he could still do that to me after almost two years since we got together.

At this point, we were interrupted when a waiter arrived with our food. When I saw what Ron had ordered, I immediately knew why I loved him so much.

"Are our lips supposed to meet after the last piece of spaghetti?" I asked, eyeing the large plate. "That is just classic fairy tale stuff. How did I get so lucky?"

"That is exactly why you of all people should appreciate it, miss my nose is always pressed in a book."

Again, I felt a smile invading my face. "Alright then, let's dig in," I stated.

As I picked up my fork, I heard him take a deep breath, and so I stopped. I knew we would be getting to the "special" part of this evening soon.

"'Mione, first, there is something I need to ask you."

To Be Continued…