*long silence*

Harry: Really? You aren't going to specify the exact sort of date I'd never be able to take you on?

Draco: *brushing imaginary lint off his knee* No.

Harry: Oh, right. You probably don't want a next date in the first place.

Draco: I wouldn't mind a next date, actually.

Harry: *quietly* You wouldn't?

Draco: *shrugs*

Harry: Where d'you want to go?

Draco: *wryly* Maybe an actual restaurant this time?

Harry: *grins* Yeah? Or a coffee shop? Madame Puddifoot just opened up a branch in Diagon.

Draco: *revolted* Sweet Merlin, no!

Harry: *laughing now* We can snog over tea cakes, Malfoy.

Draco: *shoving him lightly* You can snog my arse, Potter.

Harry: I'd definitely like to do that.

Draco: *blushing furiously* What?

Harry: What?

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