"Draco," she purred when he moved his leg against hers. "Please, I'm working," she said in a soft voice. Pansy wanted more of that but this wasn't the place for it.
She forgot all about how close he was when he asked her to measure herself as well. Her eyes snapped to his. "This isn't dinner or a trinket from Hogsmeade," not that Draco's trinkets were ever anything less than perfect. He had a knack for knowing exactly what caught her eye, an excellent quality in a future husband. "The design works for women. It's just not very pretty. The strap design needs to be more feminine and it should-- You don't need to hear the details. Are you positive you wish to do this?" Pansy had modifications in mind that would be suited to a lady. If any of them slowed down the draw, Pansy couldn't see that it would matter all that much. She'd never been speedy. It was more important for her that her wand not be confiscated again.