"Well, I will certainly give you an eyeful later, this may not be quite the setting for that," Parvati said with a laugh, though her laugh had a husky tone to it now. She leaned forward on her elbows, letting her cleavage display to it's full advantage. "Why, how sweet of you to say, Mr. Weasley. I just threw this on at the last second, tra la!" she said with a wink. She was again grateful for the view her outfit afforded, as she was sure she was helping him decide the dinner was worth it.
She felt his ankle on her leg, the hair from his rubbing against her smooth calf and made her jump a bit. She giggled, "Well, you cheeky little monkey," she said. "I wasn't expecting that. I thought I was the only one to play footsie around here." Before she could return the favor, the sommelier returned with their champagne, and gave them each a taste before pouring a full glass and leaving the bottle on ice for them. She drank her own glass, looking over the rim at George with a knowing gaze.