He tapped his chin thoughtfully. Into his pants was probably not a good answer, even if it was amusingly true, so he kept that one to himself.
He grinned, "Hogsmeade. You've had a rough day, after all, what with blowing up the potions lab. I imagine you could use a drink."
While he was mostly teasing, especially about drinking, what could possibly be better than sneaking out of the castle on a friday night with a girl you fancied who happened to be a prefect and thought you were a prat most of the time? Absolutely nothing, that's right.