"Yes, you would make a sack look good, and did I tell you that your hair is much better long?" he admitted, hoping the hair wasn't a lengthening charm. "I do look good in a suit but I think that I only have one here. I also don't have any robes in my closet." He thought it a bit odd, but shrugged.
Pansy was getting closer and he could smell the floral scent of her shampoo. It wouldn't be long before he succumbed to the closeness. He hadn't had an over-abundance of that in his life. His mother was always affectionate but aside from her, the warmth was lacking. His family was about image. Their current display would have been frowned upon and his father had once come to school to give him a dressing-down for that bit of snogging at the Three Broomsticks. That hadn't stopped him from doing it again. "We got that muggle carriage to go through the park with the real horses that pulled it, not those ugly thestrals. We also had quite a dinner and even a show." Draco had went all out for that date, then again, he knew what was coming the following week.