The foam swirled around in his glass, following the silver spoon like a loyal--and possibly annoying -- companion. His gray eyes followed it and did not dare look up for the fear of seeing her again. She, who looked so beautiful and was strictly forbidden. The sad thing was, this was all the season's fault. If he hadn't seen her stumble in out of the cold only moments before, this could have been prevented. Her bushy brown hair had clung to her cheeks and nose, pink from the freezing wind. Her big brown eyes were glossy with tears trying to warm themselves. Winter really suited her.
"Oh, get over yourself," his mind said to him. "Just make a snarky comment to her like you always do and get it over with."

"So, Granger, what brings you to this fine establishment today?" Draco looked up and to Hermione. She jumped a bit and glared at him. "And alone, too."

"Go crawl back under a rock, Malfoy."

"Oh, c'mon. I didn't even insult you or your hair yet and you are already paranoid. Who's to say I'm not feeling nice today?"

"You know just as well as I do that you are never nice." They stared at each other for a good twenty seconds before she rolled her eyes and muttered, "You're hopeless."

"So, Granger. Why are you here by yourself? Where are your little friends?" Hermione grumbled something under her breath.
"What's that?" He moved closer to her. In the mean time, Hermione had taken a seat next to him.
"Out with their girlfriends," she muttered, putting her chin onto the bar.
"Oh! That's right," he exclaimed sarcastically. "You are the only one without a marital status, aren't you? The only one in the terrific trio."

"Don't play that card on me. You are in the same situation. How are Millicent and Pansy with communicating with the trolls, by the way?" She turned her head to look straight at him and the side of her face fell to the bar.

He sighed and ordered two more butterbeers, "They are fine."

"Y'know, this is the season for togetherness and happiness and all that jazz," Hermione said. "Look at us, in the middle of a war and bothalon,."she sighed. "Malfoy, you and I really aren't that different."

"No, we aren't Granger. Here's a drink," he slid a butterbeer to her. "To our crappy lives"
"Here here," she clanked the glass to his and gulped deeply.