Hermione smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry. Half of Parliament dines here regularly and it never makes the papers," she murmured in his ear. "Besides, there's a privacy charm in my handbag just in case."
The waiter appeared as Harry took his seat, menus in hand. Hermione accepted hers, pleased to see that they served Dover sole. It wasn't fish and chips, but it was closer to Harry's taste than duck confit or beef carpaccio.
"How are you?" she said after the waiter had glided back to his station. "You look quite elegant tonight."