"Mmmm," Pansy said into her pillow. There were many pleasant things to be said about being woke up this way. Turning from her side to her back, she grinned up at George. The light was making a orange halo of his hair, and she wanted to tug one of the unruly, sleep-mussed waves of his.
She wasn't much used to urges like that, and they seemed to be coming with more dangerous regularity the longer she continued on. It was harder to justify this... thing they were doing as just a dalliance as the days and months passed.
Pansy sat up, allowing herself to compromise by running a hand through his hair and pressing her lips hotly to his for a long moment. She knew she should say no to his breakfast idea, probably even their entire association, but it made her feel terrible to quash that little tiny bit of hope he had in his eyes.
She might be a monster, but she did have a heart. And she didn't want to hurt George's feelings on his birthday of all days.
Tilting her head, she broke the kiss and appraised her lover with a wry grin. She took his hand in both of hers, studying the little freckles on his wrist.
"Well... it is your birthday," she said finally. "Is it a muggle place?"