Harry, who hadn't seen what Draco had picked for himself to wear, was taken aback when he reemerged from the dressing room. He could tell by the curl of Draco's lip that he was making a pointed remark on Harry's expense. Harry didn't care, he barely heard it.<br/>While Harry had had no expectation to what Draco might have dressed himself in, an ornate floral shirt hadn't even occured to him. Not that he was disappointed; Harry thought Draco looked just perfect for a Sunday lunch date.<br/>"None taken," Harry replied, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, making his inattentiveness read as a coy reply; in reality, he wasn't sure whether or not Draco had prefaced the criticism with<span style="font-style: italic">no offence</span>.<br/>The addition was softer, downplayed but genuine. "You look really nice."<br/>"I take it we wait with new slacks to another day," Pansy went on, mercifully. She drew back Harry's attention, but she was already looking at his left knee. "I take a looser fit is more comfortable for you."<br/>"Yeah," Harry replied, struggling to focus back on this tangent. He hadn't expected to be put on the spot, and it was hard to shake the image of Draco in florals, even though the other was barely in his peripheral vision. "Thanks."<br/>"I'll go get you some few, and you can decide just how much you want to match," Pansy coyly remarked, the joke directed at Draco with a little grin, before leaving Harry to go pick some options.