On the nights where they stay in, she likes to come over early and have dinner with Luna, and they listen to whatever it is that the stars have in store for them that week according to her. They watch movies, often foreign titles with directors that Harry has never heard of, and then Draco calls him uncultured and doesn't shut up again for the rest of the movie as she talks about leitmotifs and split diopter shots. It's impossible not to enjoy them this way, it's like watching a documentary while the narrator is right next to Harry; taking breaks to make out, only to chastise him for getting so worked up during this important piece of cinema. Other nights, she requests that Harry pick a movie for them, and then goes on to reject everything he suggests until they land on something she approves of. Sometimes she picks an 80s slasher (because that's when men still dressed like men; in crop tops and slutty cut-offs), but most of the time, they're romantic indie movies with soundtracks of which Harry recognises every song. She's always quiet during those. 