"You look simply divine, Mi, mmm just stunning." She can feel herself blushing at his words, her skin on fire from the whisper of his breath on her neck. His finger hooks under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. Pure lust is radiating from his gaze and she can’t help the shiver that ripples through her body. It’s enough to wake them both up to where they are. The Leaky is not the place to be starting something, too many people willing to blab to the Daily Prophet for the right price. He reaches past her to grab the tray and quickly whispers "later", before heading off to their friends. She follows on, and squeezes in next to him around the table. Harry is animatedly recounting some of the riskier parts to their mission, when she feels Draco readjusting his position. She can now feel him pressed up against her arms, her hips and merlin, her thighs. She desperately needs to be out of the pub and someplace where nobody knows them.