The look in his eyes, the expression on his face, was making it hard for Ginny to remember why she shouldn't be pulling him down next to her and pressing her lips against his. Why the two of them shouldn't be walking through Diagon Alley hand in hand, matching grins on their faces and without a care in the world.
She opened her mouth to say something in an equally hushed voice, but hesitated, and reached up to snatch the receipt from between his fingers and grinned instead. "It's perfect, Occy," she told him instead, and pulled out her wallet, quickly handing him half of what he'd just spent on their food.
"Have you got everything you need for school, then?" she asked, consciously changing the topic of conversation.