Pansy blushed. She often wondered what Draco might look like soaked to the bone now that he was a man and not a little boy. She still enjoyed playing in the rain -- not that she'd admit that to anyone but Draco -- and the idea of playing with him in a warm, summer rain made her breath quicken. She coughed lightly to clear her throat before continuing her work. "Then the color won't matter. Still, you should chose something you like." He'd be paying enough for it. It should be perfect.