Why did Granger always have to be like this? So… stubborn. Of course, this was one of the things that attracted him to the witch. She wasn't like anyone else, and this meant she never backed down. On anything. The bloody Gryffindor always had to be right. Draco sighed, ruffling his blond hair with his left hand. He reached out to her and touched her face, not pulling back when she flinched.
"Fine, Granger, we don't have to discuss this now. Let's just enjoy breakfast." He loved his witch, and he wasn't going to let something like when their date was to be the next day get in the way of enjoying a meal with the fluffy-haired woman standing in front of him. Draco bent down for a chaste kiss, and then sat down at the table that had rapidly become "theirs" instead of "hers". "Now, love. What's for breakfast?"