Harry swallows, trying to look more confident than how he feels. He spends a few minutes with his chin bowed over folded hands, trying to think of the best setup for the Room of Requirement for their not-quite-date. It has to be romantic—soft lighting and plenty of candles, of course, and a nice fireplace too—but in a  classy  way. It can’t be too cheesy, he thinks, praying that the Room doesn't decide to manifest something like rose petals sprinkled on the floor or heart-shaped pillows and animal print everywhere. 