"So where are we going?" Elise caught up with Draco pretending nothing had just happened.

"I thought you were in charge" Draco mocks.

"It's usually the 'man' who asks the first date, but I think I like the idea of me asking, and you're not necessarily a man, still a little boy," She smirked, their legs walking in sync.

"This is a date?" Draco studies her, waiting for her to give a sign of sarcasm, no, she was serious. "No."

"No? I am helping you out here. I could easily say no if you ask later on," She crossed her arms.

"I'll take my chances," he smirks "How about we shop."

"Shop? We already bought what we need and probably more for the baby." Elise states.

"And groceries?" Draco raises a brow to her, his smirk still playing on his lips.

"Merlin, I forgot!" Elise rubs her face.

"I'll take that title now, thank you."

"What title?" She looks into his eyes.

"The 'your boss' title" He laughs.

"No." She says plainly and walks ahead. Draco easily catches up.

"Yes," He argues.

"No, there's no way." She told him.

"I am the man of the house," His smirk grew.

"You're a man when I tell you, you're a man," She smiled and raised a brow to him.

He smiled and watched her. "Elise Malfoy," her name caught her attention. "Would you company me on this mysterious date?" He tilted his head and awaited her answer, his arm held out for her to take it.

"Define 'mysterious date' Draco Malfoy" She smiled, mischievously.

"Take my bloody arm, Elise," Draco rolled his eyes and waited.

"Hmm," She contemplated.

Draco signed impatiently and hooked his arm in hers and lead her away.

⚤⚤⚤

After three hours of deciding which place to eat and spend their date they decided on a new restaurant located three shops down from Honeydukes, which they planned to stop by before they went home. The restaurant was called "The Twelve Wizches" Elise read the sign above the restaurant and smiled.

Draco gave her a confused look. "What are you laughing at? I am not doing too terribly am I?"

"No-yes, you're still learning. It's not that. The word Wizches, it's clever." She shrugged, happily.

"How so?" He enjoyed her happiness, strangely.

"It's a mixed word." She explained as Draco opened the door to the restaurant for her, she bowed her head as she walked in and waited for Draco to enter. "Of Witch and Wizard. Wizches, such a clever word." She smiled softly.

Draco scoffed to himself, a smile still glued to his face. "Table for two?" A middle-aged witch asks.

"Er, yes?" Draco looked at Elise, she nodded, and held in a laugh, he has never done this before.

"Would you like it private, for your circumstances?" The witch asked.

The Malfoy couple, looked confused. "What circumstances would that be?" Elise tiled her head to the side.

"You're Hogwarts students. Seventh years are you not?"

"Well—yes," Elise said strangely. "How did you know. We aren't wearing our robes," Elise studied the woman, but played a polite smile.

"A good guess, I suppose. So, would you like the private table?" The witch now sounded in a hurry.

"No, thank—"

"Yes, lead the way" Draco avoided Elise's curious glance at him and took her arm again, following the middle-aged witch.