"Isn't she wonderful?" Draco said. "She's got gorgeous hair and warm brown eyes."
Blaise rolled his eyes and took a drink. He'd heard the same exclamations from Draco more than once. More times than he could count. Practically every time they were out together.
"You could always talk to her," Blaise said. "She'd probably like to hear it from you."
Draco shook his head. "She's too perfect. I couldn't."
Blaise sighed as quietly as he could. "Then what do you want to do about it?"
Draco brightened a little. "Could you go ask her if she likes me?"
Blaise sat his glass down on the table with a little more force than strictly necessary. "Come on. You're married to Hermione. You don't need me to ask her. She's already going home with you tonight."
Draco was always like that at parties. It didn't matter if he was drunk or not. Blaise couldn't tell if Draco was still in shock, or if he just liked to get on his nerves. Both were valid possibilities.
A/N: so this may not be the most perfect drabble ever. But it was fun to write. Hope you guys enjoy it.