Unsympathetic
"Tomorrow at seven?" Ginny considered. "Sure, why not. I should be back from Ultadanga by then."
"You'll like this place - the bhapa ilish is top-notch, if you like fish. I'll reserve us a table."
"I never did ask - what would the reservation be under? I didn't think you'd be using your real name, considering."
Draco went pink. "I'll meet you out front."
This evasion of course only piqued her curiosity. "You might be late. Come on, what horrible alias did the Ministry saddle you with?"
Draco folded his arms across his chest and looked away, scowling. "Drake M'lad…" he muttered.
Ginny leaned in, hand cupped around her ear. "Eh?"
"Drake Mallard," Draco said stiffly.
Ginny hooted. "Drake Mallard? That's terrible!" Draco flushed even redder, mouth thin. "Well, at least you're in a foreign country - they're bound to think that all of our names sound funny. But Drake Mallard-" This set her off again.
"Oh, shut it, Weasel-y."
Ginny stuck her tongue out, the only deserving response. It's like we're back in school. "It could be worse, though, right? You could be-" She thought for a moment, tapping one finger to her cheek. "I can't actually think of anything right now, but I'm almost positive it could have been worse."
Draco thanked her in the blackest of tones.