Blaise raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes. "No, not that kind of experience, you knob. I mean romantic, 'spontaneous' outings that a girl would never expect you to go out and think of and -Merlin's sweet trousers, did you really just have to go all soppy on me about that?"
Blaise huffed through his nose in annoyance before going silent in thought for a moment, thinking about what it was that Ginny obviously had suddenly found so interesting in Draco. "Mind out of the gutter, Malfoy, I'm talking about 'experiences' that are the kind that become stories that start out 'When you're father and I were first dating...'" He trailed off, walking into Quality Quidditch Supply, throwing in a muttered, "twit," for good measure.