A/N: Hello. It's me. I've decided that I really wanted to write another piece even if it was a one-shot and this is what manifested from the overly eager plot bunnies that are currently rampaging through my sleep-deprived brain. Also I haven't had time to go through and edit this so if you find any horrendous mistakes please tell me! Hope you enjoy this one-shot and Happy New Year for 2016!
Disclaimer: LOL it's not mine
The bank of the River Thames was packed full of muggles and Draco could not help but grumble. There were muggles on all sides of him and Sweet Merlin, did that filthy grot just wipe his mucus covered finger all over his best robes? His only condolence was the beaming witch who clung onto his arms in a desperate bid to not lose him in stationary crowd. That's what she said anyways. Whilst he had opted to wear the traditional black dress robes, Hermione had chosen to dress for the cold. She had managed to bundle the copious layers of clothing under a beige goose down parker (because Malfoys always insisted the best), with a blue beanie that had seen way too many winters.
It had taken some persuading on her part to get him to the location that they were in now. Draco had extensively questioned her of the relevance of 'fireworks' in the muggle world which Hermione seemed eager to watch. In his humble opinion, he did not see the fascination of observing exploding bits of metal. After all there seemed to be a shortage of metal that was required to construct sturdy cauldrons in the wizarding world, and yet here in the muggle world they were combusting this stuff for fun. It was absolutely preposterous! Then as an afterthought, Draco deemed it worth the indignation of Lucius if he exchanged a word with his squib contact in the muggle world about starting an investment into muggle metals, if only to gain a competitive advantage over his corporate rivals. After all, Malfoy Elixirs was the very best out there in potion-brewing and top quality cauldrons were required.
Around him, the crowd of muggles began chanting a countdown from ten. Draco looked bewilderedly around him then at Hermione who had also began chanting. She must have sensed his bewilderment as she turned around to face him, before wrapping her arms around his neck. As the chanting arrived at one, Hermione lifted herself onto her toes and pressed her lips firmly against his as the sounds of something exploding dominated his ears. He eagerly kissed her back. Even if he was slightly perplexed as to what he was doing here, any excuse to kiss his girlfriend was enough for him. She pulled away, albeit begrudgingly and grinned at him. "Happy New Year, Malfoy." He responded to her sentiments with a crushing kiss that made her buckle at her knees. If it weren't for the arm that had snaked around her waist, Hermione was sure that she would have fallen to the ground in an undignified heap. "Happy New Year, beautiful." He responded.
Draco turned to the 'fireworks' exploding around them, and in the moment decided that he didn't particular mind the waste of metals. As Hermione had explained, different metals were required in order to produce the different colours. And what a range of colour there was! Reds! Blues! Greens! Yellows! Whites! Draco feared that his retinas would burn and his ears would scream after tonight, but for the wonder on his girlfriend it was all worth it.