"Hermione..."he began as a slow smile crawled over his face, wicked and sharp. "How about we skip dessert?" His voice was silky and persuasive, the real meaning lurking in his words crystal clear, and Hermione felt her cheeks slowly heat. "Or rather, have it elsewhere..." he continued in a low voice, and then waited for her answer with a vaguely amused expression as she caught in her breath and bit her lip nervously. Oh Merlin. She wanted to, but it was their first date and she wasn't sure it would be wise.