As much as Fred (and George) was something like a big fish in an already big pond in his House, he felt like he paled in comparison to Angelina right now. Bloody hell. He liked when she got dressed up like that — though he also liked her just as much covered in mud and Quidditch mess.
"I love you," he grinned, taking her hand and tugging her closer. His eyes flickered down to her lips before rising back up to her eyes, "I owe you one, anyway. Been too long since we've had a proper night out. This? This is nothing. I've got more planned, but that's a surprise for later."
Stepping forward a bit, though not letting go of her hand, Fred pulled out a chair for Angelina. He might have been a reckless goof, but his mum had taught him right, and especially given the topsy-turvy nature of this village, Fred wanted to do right by Angie as much as he could, even if it meant pulling out the cheesy classics.