"You're too tall."
"I am not, you're the shrimp."
Gasp, "I am not, you posh pig!"
Snort, "You've spent most of your life with the Weaselbees and you choose to call me a pig?"
"If the overpriced Italian shoe fits, Malfoy."
"Stuff it Potter, they're German."
"See? Pig!"
"I am simply an intelligent person who likes to dress there age," pointes stare, "and isn't afraid to let people know when I am right and they are wrong."
"I dress my age!"
"If you were still a Hogwarts student, but you're a 23 year old Auror!"
"And I have a uniform to with that title. So, why do I have to worry about what I where underneath my robes?"
"Because it looks decent, it's always important to look decent."
"Is that what you were taught when you were a child?"
"Depends, what did you learn?"
"How to cook and how to not talk unless spoken to…"
"Oh…" Soft kiss, "Sorry."
Smile, "It's okay."
"….You're still short."
"I know, Draco. I know."
