24.
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool, that's amore. When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you're in love. When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not, dreaming signore. Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli, That's amore. ~Dean Martin
Downtown Rome was so amazing as Fred and Hermione walked hand-in-hand down the cobblestone walkway. They had just had a mid-day snack of multi-cheese and garlic covered breadsticks from a little bakery in the Market Square. One of the Market Squares' they were walking through was a little crowded, not so packed that you can't even walk. It had loads of shops that sell different items, which Hermione was so happy about. She had already bought a few items; a beautiful red, ruby bracelet and a matching necklace; a hand-crafted, leather journal and a golden pen; and a set of two wine glasses which Fred had his name on one glass and Hermione's on the other. It is around 6:30p.m. and they were looking for a nice restraunt to eat dinner at. They quickly found a little, brick restraunt just on the outskirts of the market they were just at and walked toward it. Hermione loved the way it looked, old-fashioned structure with flower pot with native flowers in them at the entrance. There wasn't a long line and Fred and Hermione were next in line after a tall blonde man and a short brunette girl.
"Welcome to The Bourindarte! My name is Camilla and I will be your waitress for this evening." Said a tall, perky red-headed, twenty-something year old girl who wouldn't stop eyeing Fred.
"Would you like indoor or outdoor seating?" Camilla asked, grabbing two menus from the podium.
"Outdoor." Fred said, squeezing Hermione's hand. Camilla took one long look at Fred with a hunger look in her brown eyes, noticed Hermione giving her a death glare, smiled, and led them to their table. Fred gave his wife a worried look but Hermione just smiled weakly as they reached the table. The table was set up very nicely with a white table cloth covering a wooden square table, a clear glass vase with a single red rose in it, and the plates, silverware, wine glasses, and napkins were neatly set up. Fred and Hermione took their seats across from each other and Camilla handed them their menus.
"May I get you something to drink?" Camilla asked, not taking her eyes of Fred, which was making Hermione furious, which Fred could feel.
"Your best wine." Fred said, not even taking a notice at the waitress and focusing on his beautiful wife, who was looking at her menu. Camilla nodded her head and left to get the wine.
"Love, what's wrong?" Fred thought taking Hermione's hand, making her look into his blue eyes.
"She was obviously looking at you like you were a piece of meat." Hermione thought back with force as she looked back at her menu.
"Hermione, you are the only woman I notice in this whole restraunt." Fred thought, making Hermione look up at him with a smile and blush as Camilla returned with the red wine and a basket of garlic toast then filled their glasses.
"Are you ready to order?" she asked, batting her fake eyelashes at him. Hermione tensed up and of course Fred felt her tension.
"Yes, I would like the seafood lasagna with alfredo sauce instead of tomato sauce." Hermione ordered as Camilla wrote it down while staring at Fred.
"And I would like the meaty chicken ragu on fettuccine." Fred ordered and Camilla wrote his order down, took their menus away, and walked off. Fred then raised his red wine-filled glass for a toast.
"A toast to a wonderful honeymoon that finally came." Fred said with a cheesy smile and clinked glasses with Hermione's. They chatted about what a nice restraunt they are at, Emily, and their plans for the rest of the honeymoon until their food arrived. Camilla gave them their plates and a basket of fresh garlic bread, flirted with Fred a little bit, then left. By this time, Hermione wanted to hex Camilla. Fred sent her calmness and they began eating and chatting.
"You look so gorgeous tonight." Fred complimented Hermione, who blushed and smiled at her husband.
"Thank you. You look as handsome as always." Hermione replied, making the tips of Fred's ears turn red. Hermione smiled at that and took a bite of her lasagna. It was the most flavorful bite of food that she'd ever taken a bite of. Fred also seemed to enjoy his delicious-looking dinner. The wine was also fabulous, sweet and tangy, just the way they both liked it. The only bad thing is that Hermione kept noticing Camilla staring at her husband with goo-goo eyes.
"I swear to Merlin, if Camilla won't stop staring at you, I'll hex her." Hermione said through gritted teeth as she took a sip of her wine.
"'Mione, would you please forget her. Ignore the staring and let's focus on what's happening right now." Fred said and took Hermione's free hand in his. She instantly felt a heat wash over her, and then she felt calmness.
"Well then, let's get outta here." Hermione whispered, since they were about finished. Fred sensed a lot of passion radiating from his beautiful, curvaceous wife. He smiled, called for a check, told Camilla he and his wife enjoyed it (he put emphasis on the word 'wife' to make Hermione feel better), and they headed to their hotel room.
A/N: Tell me what you think, tell me what you think, tell me what you think!