Daft
When he saw her, he turned his head to see her completely and not just a simple glimpse. It was evident that she had changed physically; she'd matured, filling her quite lovely figure. Although, he barely remembered her during school. The one and only time he had seen her as more than just a stupid Mudblood had been the Yule Ball, but now as his eyes roved her body he felt slightly entranced.
"Anyone home?" a voice to his right spoke, pinching his arm. "What are you even staring at?" Pansy, who was nothing more than a friend yet insisted on spending quality time with him, continued. When he looked back towards her, raising his eyebrows, she looked past him and snorted. "Please don't tell me you were staring at Granger."
"Of course not," he scoffed, showing her he found that offensive, "How daft of you, Pansy." He looked to his left again, racking his brains for an excuse. However, Hermione Granger had disappeared and there stood a man juggling about five small cauldron's to entertain children at Diagon Alley. "Don't you see the juggling man?"
Pansy peered, squinting her nose albeit there really was no need. "You know that's done by magic. I think if you're captivated by that more than a stupid Mudblood, I think there's more of a problem." She laughed, but paused, her face falling blank. "No, no, I take that back," she grew solemn, but there was a sneer plastering her face, "I'd rather see your eyes popping out over the juggling monkey than Hermione Mudblood Granger."
Without replying, Draco looked away. Not towards the spot where he'd glimpsed Hermione, but somewhere off and far from it. He took a sip from his afternoon tea, served delightfully from Melanie Fortescue who ran her deceased father's ice cream parlor. His thoughts were on the curly-haired brunette though, submersed in a fantasy that he really shouldn't be thinking about.
Pansy idly dipped her spoon into her gelato but did not bring it to her mouth. "Anyway," she stirred the treat then took a bite and didn't even savor the taste, but merely swallowed, "I'm glad you got a better job, working at the Ministry instead." She glanced slightly at the parlor behind her, "You, working as a measly waiter is horrific. You deserve a job like the Minister for Magic."
"Sometimes," he sighed, shaking his head, "You really are daft."
"What?" Pansy said, offended. "You're just as brilliant as that stupid Mudblood, probably more so. Just because you fell out of favor means nothing. If the Dark Lord were still with us, I'm sure once he saw favor in you again, he'd give you a job like that."
Draco gave her a pointed look, one that clearly said she was out of her mind, but he did not speak. He finished his tea and stood, returning the cup to the counter. Melanie, who he knew well, gave him a warm smile and managed to get a small conversation from him. However, he quickly returned to the table Pansy remained at. She had full-fledged dug into her ice cream, practically shoveling it into her piggy mouth. "Don't over indulge yourself," he commented dryly, but he only received a dry look.
Author note: This is actually a side-scene from a short chapter-fic I am working on, but will not be featured in that story (which is Learning to Exhale).