Ron looked surprised for a moment and then snorted, "Well, I do have a bit of head start, I guess. She was in Hufflepuff, so she's not throwing daggers or snakes at me, at least, not yet. I think the concert might be a good act of good faith. Dinner's a given. I've done flowers. I could do more."
After a pause, Ron went on, "She might like the pub. She seems kind of.....wild. She has pink hair and there is something of a rocker rebel to her, sort of, I think," and Ron thought about the way Ana was dressed, and how confident she was about things. She was a puzzle, and he sort of wanted to figure her out. He wondered, for a moment, what it would be like to kiss her and hold her tight in his arms. She had kissable lips, that was for sure. Ron blushed for a moment, his thoughts distracting him and then he felt conflicted; they were on their way to find Hermione, and here he was, daydreaming about kissing his soon to be wife. He tried to focus, and turned to Harry, wondering if his friend caught that.
"So, let's go hunt our third pal down. Are we dragging her off with us to eat?" and it was obvious that Ron was ready for the mid day meal as his stomach grumbled.