Draco found himself sitting at a little pink table with a pink tablecloth and a pink chair looking at pink-cheeked Ginny.
"What's with the pink?" he muttered.
"It's a nice colour!" Ginny retorted.
"May I take your orders?" A plump lady dressed in pink came out of nowhere.
"Yes, two lattés please and an ice cream Sundae." Ginny ordered. Draco gaped.
"Ice cream for breakfast? What are you trying to do? Fatten me up?" Draco asked.
"No, fool. The ice cream is for me, but you can have some if you want."
"I do not want you to look like her, Ginny."
"Oh, shut up, you're ruining the trip."
"Have you been here before?"
"Yeah, tons of times: with Corner, Finnigan, Dean, Harry…and now you."
"Oh great, I'm among those idiots."
"You're number one, Draco." Ginny said sweetly. "After Corner, Finnigan, Dean and Harry."
"Doesn't that make me last?"
"Oh, um, yes!" Ginny laughed. "Can't you take a joke?"
"For your information, Weasley, I was woken up by a sixteen-year-old in a green nightgown slapping my ass!"
"Isn't that something you would like?"
"Well…it was a little too hard, and too much on the left."
"I'll remember that for next time."
"Next time?"
"How am I supposed to wake you up tomorrow?"
"How about the clock, huh?"
"It broke."
"Did it?"
"Fine…it didn't. If you must know, I rather enjoyed waking you up, though!"
"Really? Tomorrow you're not waking me up."
"Why not?"
"Caus I'll already be awake."
"And why would you be awake?"
"I want to wake you up, in your fashion."
"Sure…why not?"
"That's settled then. Here comes the coffee."
"And ice cream!"
"And ice cream."
"Here's your order, miss. That'll be a galleon and three sickles please."
"I'll pay, Gin, no worries." Draco handed the lady the money.
Ginny began gobbling down the ice cream.
"Chill, Ginny, we're not in a hurry!" Draco sipped his coffee.
"Yum…"
"As tasty as me?"
"DRACO! YOU'RE RUINING MY MOMENT!" Ginny burst out laughing.
"Is it?"
"How the hell should I know?" Ginny screamed in a whisper, since Madam Puddifoot was looking at them strangely.
"Lets get out of here."
"Lemmefinifmyifecweamdzwaco!" Ginny said with her mouth full of ice cream.
"What?"
"I fed: lemme finif my ife cweam, dwaco!"
"Oh! Ok, sure, but hurry up!"
"Fineyouimpafentmowon!" Ginny swallowed down the last bit of ice cream, finished her coffee in a gulp and strutted out of the shop.
"Draco, are you sure you didn't put fire whiskey in my coffee? I'm feeling a bit…woozy…I want to lie down…"
"With me?"
"Sure…why not?"
