While it made for an odd pacing of their conversation, Harry couldn't say he minded whenever Draco and Pansy went on tangents of their own. Thought it hadn't been warned, Harry couldn't get himself to get defensive of what he was wearing to begin with; it was hardly a stretch to say that both Draco and Pansy were considerably more stylish than Harry was.<br/>His eyes and attention had drifted around the store, only reengaging in the conversation when Draco's off-handed remark supporting his choice of shirt inevitably caught Harry's attention. Eyes dipping to the shirt in question, Harry wasn't sure he could picture it.<br/>"For the daytime?" he asked, more inquisitive than uptight. Harry felt like he had heart that somewhere, how dark colors were better suited for night wear - meaning, Harry had never worn anything similar.<br/>"It only looks that dark because Draco's handling it," Pansy offered, kindly but with razor sharp wit. For the first time she turned to share a smile with Harry, who in turn was surprised that he had been allowed to participate in the joke.<br/>As if to prove her point, she, too, reached out for the fabric, letting it brush against her forearm. Harry found that she was right; against her brown skin it did, in fact, read as a dark green, rather than indistinctively<span style="font-style: italic">dark</span>.<br/>"Alright, yeah," Harry admitted, pleasantly surprised though audibly lacking the imagination to see himself wearing it. "I'll try it on."