"They're only half as beautiful as you are," Ron sad sincerely, even if he felt a bit foolish afterwards. He'd never been one for romantic words, but sometimes he just wanted Hermione to know how much he treasured her. His life would be empty without her in it, no matter how sappy that sounded.
"I wanted to go to all this trouble," he said, reaching up to hold her hand pressed to his face. "Because I love you. Besides, I think you're going to enjoy what I've got planned. So, just trust me, okay?" He leaned down and kissed her, tracing his tongue along the seam of her lips until she let him in. He didn't stop until they were both breathless and she was clutching at his shoulders for balance. "Okay, we should go now, or we'll definitely miss our reservation." He was almost reluctant to leave, despite his excitement for the evening. But they'd have plenty of time for this later.
"Okay, hold on, I'll Apparate us there." He'd gotten much better at Apparating, especially side-along, since he'd started Auror training, and grinned confidently at her as he concentrated on their destination. With a loud crack, they were gone, squeezed through air and space until they popped back outside the entrance to the restuaraunt. It was at the top of a posh Muggle Hotel, but the Apparition spot bypassed both the hotel and the elevator.
"Mr. Weasley, we've been expecting you," said a soft voice from the interior of the resturaunt. "Your table is this way, sir." With a low bow, the host led them to a quiet table that overlooked the park. The table was already adorned with candles and a chilled bottle of wine, and Ron thought that it would be incredibly easy to get used to this sort of life.