Luna couldn't be happier when Hermione called her around 6.

"...so I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come with us to get something to eat?" Hermione had said.

"Of course! Is...is Ron coming?"

"Yeah, he's coming. Do you want to meet us there?"

"Sure! See you soon!"

Ron sat on the couch in Harry and Hermione's house. He had been listening to Hermione's phone conversation and took it as good news.

"Luna's coming." Said Hermione as she passed him. Ron noticed she wore a white halter top, dark jeans, and brown boots that overlapped them to her knees. Her hair was supported in a messy ponytail.

"Lookin' good, Hermione!" He called after her with a goofy grin.

"Thanks, Ron!" She called back.

Hermione walked into the bedroom. "Harry? Are you ready yet?"

Harry turned around to face her as he put on his white shirt. "Just about." He reached over and grabbed his jacket before putting it on. "Luna's meeting us?"

"Yes."

"LET'S GOOOOO!" Ron bellowed impatiently.

"WE'RE COMING, RON!" Hermione yelled back before smiling at Harry.

Harry smiled, pressing his lips to keep himself from laughing. "C'mon."

They walked out of their room and met Ron as he stood.

"Impatient much?" Hermione asked smartly as Harry took her hand.

Ron's ears turned red as he got a good grip on her arm. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

They Disapparated, and for a moment, as always, Harry felt the air suck out of him. Then that feeling was gone when his feet hit land.

The three stood in front of a quiet restuarant. There were tables with candles on the outside and looked calm and not very busy. Harry and Hermione come here sometimes for their own enjoyment. It really sets the mood when you think about it...

Ron released Hermione's arm as he looked around.

"Wow...This is cool." He said.

Harry saw a glimpse of familiar blonde hair. "Hey, there's Luna." He pointed her out as she saw them and walked up to them.

"Hi, Hermione!" She and Hermione hugged.

"Hi, Luna!" Said Hermione.

"Glad you made it." Said Harry as he hugged Luna too.

"Hi, Ron!" Luna hugged him, making his ears redden again.

"Hi, Luna. Er..." Ron tried to think of something else to say.

"Compliment her." Harry mouthed to him.

"Um...You look nice." Ron told Luna, though it almost sounded like a question.

Luna wore a floral yellow shirt that stopped right below her butt, a jean skirt, and yellow flats. Her hair was up in half a ponytail.

"Thanks." She smiled up at him before looking at the three of them. "Shall we go then?"

"Ladies first?" Harry held the entrance door open.

Hermione smiled at him. "Thank you, Harry."

Luna followed her, and Ron followed Luna. Harry was the last to follow.

"Showoff." Ron muttered to him.

Harry smiled.

"How many?" Asked the lady at the front desk.

"Four." Harry answered.

She got four menues.

"This way please."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Luna followed the lady outside to a candlelit table. Harry sat down, Hermione sat down next to him, Luna sat next to her, and Ron sat next to Luna at the end.

"Your waitress will be right with you." The lady said. "I hope you have a wonderful evening."

She left without another word.

"Well she was nice." Said Hermione in a sarcastic tone.

Luna giggled.

"What's this rubbish?" Ron demanded as he looked at his menu.

"Erm...Ron?" Said Luna. "I think you would understand it a bit better if you weren't holding it upside down."

As she said so, she turned his menu the right way.

"Thanks." Ron muttered.

Harry held his menu out in front of his face so no one would see him laughing.

"He's so nervous." Hermione whispered to him as the waitress walked up to them.

The waitress looked 20, maybe 21. She had dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and pale skin. She was very thin with a heart-shaped face.

"Good evening, everyone. My name is Julie and I'll be your server for this evening." Her tone was friendly with no sign of pressure. "Is there something I can get you to drink?" She turned to Ron as she asked this, the flirtation leaking easily through her voice.

Ron didn't notice.

"Yeah...I'll have the um...I'll just have a butterbeer."

Julie turned to Harry. She noticed Hermione's eyes tighten out of the corner of her eye and asked carefully. "And you, sir?"

"Firewhisky for me." Harry said without looking at her.

"Ma'am?" She turned to Hermione.

"Sweet tea, please." Hermione said, her lips pressing ever so slightly.

Julie finally turned to Luna, who had been looking at her coldly since she approached, and smiled tightly at her. "And you?"

"Lemonade." Luna said flatly.

Julie frowned. "Be right out."

She left quickly.

"Did you see her?" Hermione demanded in nearly a whisper. "I mean did you see her?"

"Apparently she saw you as more of a threat." Said Harry. "No offense, Luna."

"None taken." Luna answered as she looked through her menu.

FirRon looked up from his own and saw the bothered look on everyone's faces.

"Am I missing something?" He questioned.

Hermione and Luna just stared at him in disbelief; Luna's stare was somehow more gentle.

"Um, Ron?" Harry spoke for them, so he silently decided to himself. "Did you not see the waitress? The way she was looking at you?"

"Not really...Should I have?"

"That's what she wants." Luna murmered quietly.

Ron frowned in confusion. "She does?"

Harry and Hermione nodded.

"Well then." Ron shrugged. "Too bad for her."

"Why?" Luna asked.

"I'm not giving her the satisfaction, you know? Not really my type..."

"Then what is your type?"

Ron looked over at her. Her eyes flashed with curiosity, but somehow gentle and at ease. Both didn't loose eye contact until Julie walked up with their drinks.

"Firewhisky...Sweet tea...Lemonade...and Butterbeer." She set them down as she said it. "Now what would you like to order for tonight?"

Once again, she turned to Ron flirtatiously, and this time he noticed.

"The rib rack for me." He said without looking at her. An idea popped in his head, and he was going to risk embarassing himself. "What about you, Luna, love?"

As he wrapped his arm around Luna, her eyes widened more than usual, but she caught on in an instant as soon as they made eye contact.

"I'll have the ravioli, please." She answered naturally.

Julie stiffened but turned to Hermione.

"Me too." She said.

"And I'll have the spaghetti bolognese." Harry added quickly.

"Your food will be right out in just a moment." Julie flounced off.

"That was brilliant, Ron!" Hermione complimented as soon as she was out of earshot.

"Bloody brilliant." Said Harry. "Well done."

Ron looked over at Luna. "Do you think she bought it?"

"It seemed convincing..." Luna blushed. "Should we keep it up whenever she comes back?"

"I guess...Do you want to?"

"It depends. Is she bothering you of some sort?"

"Sort of."

She smiled at him. "Then I'm in."

"Cool." He laughed dryly.

"Oh, and since she's gone..."

"Yeah?"

"Of course I don't mind, but I was wondering when you were going to take your arm off from around me."

"Oh." Ron yanked his arm away.

"Just to make it more convincing..." Luna continued. "You might want to put your arm around my waist instead."

"Er...okay?" He did what he was told, not noticing how much he had closed the space between them or the blush that rose to her cheeks.

"Now, occasionally, I might do this." She rested her head on his shoulder. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all." Ron's ears reddened again.

"Also, there should be moments where you hold my hand, or maybe kiss me-"

"Wh-?"

"-on the cheek. Or forehead, which ever you prefer." She kept on as if he didn't speak. "But you wouldn't want to push it-because girls have this, well, 'sense'."

"'Sense'?"

"They know if you're faking."

"Was Julie...?"

"Not really. You did a good job there."

She inhaled the scent that came off his skin, hoping he didn't notice.