Harry's attention returned to Draco, an exasperated smile to his lip; this time around, he did hear the snart in Draco's voice.<br/>"I figured," Pansy chimed mindlessly from across the store. She, too, seemed exasperated..<br/>When she turned towards Draco, she had already several different hangers in her hand. "There's a picture of the two of you in this morning's Mirror. Don't military suits have an expiration date, Potter? How many years after your service can you with good consciousness wear it out?"<br/>Pansy's words sounded harsh, but Harry didn't find any ill meaning in her voice. He just blanked, for a moment unable to comprehend the true scale of what she was saying to him.<br/>"None," he instead fumbled out, needing to suppress the urge to see the magazine for himself. "In good consciousness? Never."<br/>Whether it was that clear impulse or his reply, Pansy smiled, glancing over at Draco.<br/>"How gracious," she replied, seemingly unimpressed by the answer. The smile, however remained. "Draco, do you want to pick the shirt?"