Harry shouldn't have been astounded by how soft her lips were, or how warm he got whenever they touched, being that he had experienced that several times by now (with the fourteen-year-old Hermione as well), but he was. It was a very pleasant surprise. After a few seconds Harry pulled back, his gaze fixed on hers. "I... er, there are movies out. Good movies. And an Italian restaurant." He leaned in for another brief kiss before continuing, "Or the riding stables can be fun." Harry was willing to agree to any of her wishes for the evening, even if she wanted him to dance around in a tutu to entertain her. Nothing would be too bizarre; he was just so happy she was his.