"I don't know," she said, reaching for her glass of wine. "I was getting a little thirsty, to be honest."
She took a sip and nodded in approval. "Nice. But then I wouldn't expect any less. You've wonderful taste George Weasley." She smirked. "Just look at your date!"
She reached back across for his hand, and she crossed her legs under the table, the toe of one shoe accidentally brushing his calf.
"So, what are you plans for tonight? Wine and dine me, then throw me over your shoulder to take me home and have your way with me?" She gave him a playful grin.