Author's note: I literally came up with this as I was crocheting a scarf of my own. Ha ha. I'm also going to be writing some Draco/Hermione one shots. I don't really expect there to be any time when they'll be posted; it'll just happen when I am in the mood for writing.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of the characters.
"What are you doing, Granger?"
Cinnamon eyes flew up in surprise, connecting with a pair of amused silver eyes. Rolling her eyes, the woman resumed her task. "For your information, Malfoy, I am crocheting a scarf."
The man looked down at her in puzzlement. "I can tell that you are making a scarf. I'm just shocked that I actually recognize what it looks like."
Hermione rolled her eyes once again. "Just because I made a couple mistakes when I sewed clothes for the house elves doesn't mean that I couldn't improve." He snorted, but she ignored it. "I found an instruction booklet and taught myself to crochet properly."
"You would almost have to improve, from what Potter told me."
She huffed and stopped for a moment to glare at him. "Don't you have somewhere else to be, Malfoy, besides bothering me?"
He chuckled while sliding his hands into his trouser pockets. "Nope, right now is my bother Granger time." He sat down next to her, leaving a few inches between them. She decided to ignore him and resumed her previous task. His eyes glittered as he grabbed the end of the scarf in question. "You know, this isn't a bad job. Too bad the colors suck."
She huffed and yanked the scarf back. "Just because you don't appreciate Gryffindor colors doesn't mean that the quality of the scarf is diminished." She glanced at her watch. "As stimulating as this conversation is, I have to go. I'm meeting with Harry and Ronald in a few minutes."
The hardened tone when mentioning Weasley didn't go unnoticed by him. "Hey," he said softly, grabbing her attention. "Don't let the Weasel bother you. He's a git."
She chuckled, eyes flashing dangerously. "Oh trust me, he knows that he screwed up and missed out on me. He will be living with the regrets, not me." She hurriedly packed away her project and stood up quickly. Extending her hand, she smiled. "It was nice to see you again, Malfoy, even if it was to annoy me."
He took her hand and raised it to his lips. "Please, Granger, we see each other often enough. Call me Draco."
She flushed slightly. "As long as you call me Hermione. I'll see you later, Draco," she called as she apparated to the designated meeting spot with Harry and Ronald.
About a week later, Draco received a package by owl post from an unfamiliar owl. He glanced at the unfamiliar handwriting before opening the letter.
Draco,
Hope this scarf fits your standards.
Chuckling, he opened the package to find a scarf of silver and green. He grabbed the scarf and wound it around his neck, finding that it was the perfect length and fairly warm. He stood from his desk to grab his coat.
A few minutes later found him in front of one of the meeting rooms at the Ministry. A couple people were already present for the meeting, including Potter and Hermione. He caught her eye as he sauntered up to her.
"Morning, Potter, Hermione."
"Morning, Malfoy," replied the boy who lived, glancing at the scarf curiously. "That's a nice scarf. Where did you get it?"
He chuckled as he glanced at the flushing woman a few feet away. "A very clever witch gave it to me."