Kissing.  Kissing was better than fighting, or riddles, or talking points.  And he found that the more he kissed her the more he wanted to kiss her, even though it set his face aflame.

“Better not. I can’t sneak you in this time,”

"Talking point." He suggested, a bit faintly. 

“We should do this more often,”

Yes. Yes they should.  They certainly should.  Walt agreed, although he was not forming any actual words.  So much for the Ravenclaw brains. 

“Like on a date,”

"Yes!  Right.  A date."  Walt agreed.  He should go back to the other side of the table, and see if he could find his brain over there with the hot chocolate.  The other side of the table seemed much safer, and not because he was still afraid she might slap  him.  He swallowed hard.  "We should go on a date." At least all the words managed to find their way out in the right order.  Valentine's Day was a Friday.  They had classes. His were over by two, but he remembered the fifth year schedule that never seemed to stop.  "When's...good?"