Ron's breath caught in his throat when Hermione opened the door, and he stood there gaping at her for long moments. Finally, he shook his head and shyly offered her the roses. "You look gorgeous," he said, still holding out the flowers. "Um, these are for you." He flinched at how stupid that sounded, who else would they be for? Crookshanks?
Once she took the flowers he leaned in for a slow, long kiss, careful not to crush her dress. He ran a hand down her bare arm, loving the soft feel of her skin. If he wasn't careful they wouldn't even make it out of the door, and he really wanted to make this a special night for her. They'd been apart for so long, and he wanted this night to last.
"Our reservations are for seven, and we can Apparate right there," he said once he'd regained his brain function. "It's a Muggle restaurant, but they have a large Wizarding clientele, so there's a secret entrance." He'd put a lot of thought into this, even going so far as asking Fleur for advice and The Galvin had been the best of the best. He didn't tell her about the other plans he'd made as he wanted her to be surprised.