A/N: This is for a speed drabble in Hogwarts. Prompts were: Lucius/Hermione, silk, and "what are you waiting for?"

Also from the 365 drabble event: Silk (that worked out)

final word count: 559

Hermione Granger walked into the bar where she was supposed to be meeting Ginny. Of course, she showed up way earlier than she really needed to, but she wanted to find the most comfortable spot. And so, she made her way to the far end of the bar in a corner, where she knew Ginny would probably look for her anyway.

Around the bend of the bar was a disheveled blonde man who started eyeing her. She felt uncomfortable. Yet the longer she looked at him, the more she recognized him. Though the blonde hair had silvered a little, and a thick rough stubble covered his face, and his grey eyes were dulled, she recognized that face. It was almost a sweet irony that this man was now eyeing her with a certain attraction, even if it was a booze filled gaze.

She almost enjoyed the attention, until he moved to sit closer to her.

"You look familiar, like I've seen you in a dream," he said, his voice and breath surprising free of any effects of alcohol.

"I would say you've seen me in more than just a dream," she sneered. Lucius Malfoy was not a man she wanted to deal with.

He squinted at her, and then a look of realization crossed her eyes. "Oh, you're the mudblood my son has an unhealthy obsession with."

"Well, that's not my fault. Maybe it has something to do with how you raised him."

"I will not have a filthy mudblood insulting my parenting."

"Oh? Why not? Because you raised a boy who has your beliefs? Because your wife has left you? Because you've lost your fortune? Let me tell you something, Lucius. I might be a muggle-born witch, but I am the brightest witch of my age and one of the most powerful. I think the real reason you're insulting me right now, is that you're attracted to me, and you feel threatened by that. So, you want to make me feel weak. But it's not going to work."

"You seem to think that you know an awful lot."

"Oh please, you know I'm right. Honestly, if you weren't so disheveled and rude, you might have had a chance."

"Is that a promise?"

"What, you think you have a chance now?"

"I could persuade you, I'm sure."

"What are you waiting for?"

"I am sorry. I am sorry I called you a mudblood."

"No, you're not."

"I am. I am an old man, set in my own ways. But I let that blind me to a lot. You clearly are powerful, given how well you dealt with the things you were thrown throughout your younger years."

Hermione smiled a little but said nothing. "And that dress looks stunning. What is it? chiffon?"

"Silk, actually."

"Bit classy for a place like this."

"Well, Ginny and I are only meeting here. We planned on going dancing after."

"Sounds like we might have similar plans this evening."

"Are you saying that because you just decided to come, or are you actually going."

"Would you believe me if I said it was already my plan."

"Probably not."

"Then it doesn't matter."

Hermione glanced up and saw Ginny, and waved. "Well, my friend is here. So, I might see you later."

"I look forward to it," Lucius said as he got up and left.