Author's Note: Written on tumblr for withdrawnred for the prompt "D/Hr - stuck in Dublin for St. Paddy's"

Disclaimer: I'm not JKR and these drabbles are written purely for fun

The St. Patrick's Day Mess

"This is your fault, Granger!" Draco snapped.

"What? How is this my fault?"

"You insisted on coming out to this stupid bloody parade and now look what's happened, we're stuck in a bloody Muggle pile up and have missed our portkey back to London."

"Oh, right, so this is all my fault. As if you had to be sweet talked into getting out here after spending the last two days stuck in one meeting after the other," she said disdainfully.

"I had plans tonight," he moaned.

"Granger, that sounds amazing. I've never been to Dublin before and I need to feel some sun on my face," she mocked savagely. "As if your pasty skin has ever done anything but burn!"

He glared at her, wondering just what the Ministry had been thinking, pairing them up to represent the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in a visit to the Irish Minister for Magic. So far they had spent the entire trip sniping at each other.

"I suntan nicely, for your information."

"Sure, I bet you do," she replied sarcastically.

He ignored the irritating know-it-all and elbowed a tourist with a giant shamrock attached to his t-shirt out of his way.

"I don't think we're ever going to make it off this bridge," he whinged, looking at the crowds of people all packed onto the O'Connell Bridge.

"Patience is a virtue, Malfoy."

"My patience has been used up on you over the past few days."

Granger tutted and shot him a filthy look. For once, he was grateful for the presence of Muggles, as no doubt they had saved him being hexed by Granger. Instead, she had to settle for shoving him the shoulder. "Get a move on, Malfoy."

Six hours later, the lobby of Dublin's most prestigious wizarding hotel was stunned into silence as a very giggly and very drunk pair of Ministry employees made their way across the marble floors to the bank of lifts.

"Granger, this was the best idea ever. Much better than going to dinner with stuck-up Astoria," Draco slurred as he slumped against the back of the lift.

"It might just get better yet," she replied before launching herself at him and attaching her lips to his.

Thank Merlin for crowds, he thought as his hands tangled in her hair.