A/N: Trying to start writing again. This is a small drabble I wrote a few years ago. Not my best work, but I still felt it was worth posting.
The Well of Tradition
"Two egg rolls and a pint of chicken lo-mein, please." Hermione stated to the Asian woman behind the counter. The lady nodded and yelled out something in what Hermione could only assume was Chinese. After paying, the couple stepped to the side to let someone else order.
"Why are we here?" Draco whispered into her ear, his voice tense and giving away his obvious discomfort. Even after dating Hermione for all of seven months, being surrounded by muggles and their culture still tended to put him on edge. The brunette was in the process of trying to change this, but it was proving to be a lost cause.
"Because you lost the bet and so I got to decide where we eat lunch. And I choose this place." She couldn't help but grin.
He was irritated. "But why here?"
"Why not here?"
"This is a muggle place."
"Which means it's good for you." By the pointed look she aimed at him, he knew there was no point in continuing.
"What is it?" Draco asked as another employee handed Hermione a white plastic bag. He made a face at the yellow smiley face on the front.
"You'll see."
She led Draco to a nearby table. As they sat down, he immediately took the bag from her hands. Pulling the carton of Chinese food from the bag, he glanced up uncomfortably, hating that he was feeling so unsure of himself. Hermione just raised an eyebrow. She loved seeing this side of him. It was a nice change from his usual arrogant demeanor.
"What is this?" He asked, pointing to the tightly packed noodles.
"Chicken-lo mein. Try some." She handed him a pair of chop sticks. Even as he took them, he just looked to Hermione for some kind of explanation. She desperately tried to hold in her laughter as she took both the chopsticks and carton out of his hands and began prodding the noodles. Finally managing to pick up some, she looked back to Draco, who sat with a quizzical expression. "Open up."
He merely looked at her unconvinced. "I am not a child, Granger."
With a snort, she muttered, "Never said you were." bringing the noodles closer to Draco's frowning lips.
With a hesitant gaze, he gripped her hand and pulled the food the rest of the way into his mouth.
"Well? How is it?" Hermione inquired smugly.
"Good." He mumbled unhappily, but nonetheless reached over and plucked the carton from Hermione's fingers. A large smile spread across her face unconsciously.