When she'd asked to meet in the afternoon, Draco had expected some sort of meal, if he was being honest. But he hadn't expected anything this elaborate, and the surprise did show on his face - it made him seem younger, somehow.
He moved into the pavillon, holding open the flap for her and then closing them against the cold. He could have cast a warming charm, but this seemed far cozier, somehow. "You really have outdone yourself," he said, and he wondered just where her parents would draw the line on their social climbing. What couldn't she ask for if it were for him?