"Yeah, you and Dina are pretty close in height... It's weird, sometimes you look the same height even!" Draco commented thoughtfully. "Must be her shoes or something." Indeed... must be Dina's shoes.
"I honestly don't know," Draco laughed, enjoying the situation now that it was fictional. He imagined reasoning with a wrathful Spencer, and mused over the flawed logics he could throw at the Gryffindor, knowing full well they didn't make emotional sense...
One time, Spencer had wanted to purchase his 37th encyclopedia set, but Draco had said "you know what they say about 37 encyclopedia sets..."
"What?"
"Oh, you know..."
Although Spencer called Draco an idiot, he still reluctantly put the set away, not wanting to risk anything. Dina had sent Draco a bottle of wine the next day.
"We spent a lot of time with her?" Draco's face twisted. Beautiful, slightly older, spent a lot of time... no one was making sense. "You say she's beautiful.... do you mean beautiful on the inside?" he asked, delicately.