Author's Note: These are drabbles I've been posting on Tumblr for some time now about my favorite couple. Some dates are longer than others. Please enjoy! (Date one is, perhaps, the shortest of them all.)

"Do you always look so bloody miserable, Malfoy?"

"No. It's only because you're here," Draco drawled.

She snorted in amusement and a reluctant smirk tugged at his lips.

It wasn't on purpose that Draco Malfoy was sharing his afternoon with the youngest Weasley. She had sat down at his table uninvited over an hour ago, a camera clutched in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, talking to him as though they were old friends—which they certainly weren't. At first, he had spent plenty of energy trying to force her to leave him be but he had accepted defeat long ago. The daft girl wanted to sit and talk to him and nothing he did would change her mind, though he had tried it all. Threatening her made her talk louder, ignoring her made her more determined to get his attention, and insulting her made her laugh.

Worst off, if he took too long to respond to her, she'd begin taking pictures of him.

"What do you plan on doing with those photographs of me?" he asked warily.

"Come now, Malfoy, I have to prove to my friends that you were willing to spend time with me somehow," she answered with a grin.

Draco blinked in surprise.

"But I'm rather unwilling," he pointed out. "Or have you not picked up on that?"

Her face brightened but she didn't reply.