Practice Drabble
TITLE: That Faint Rumbling
WORD COUNT: 250
The cab nearly ran over Draco's foot as it came to a screeching halt mere inches in front of him. Once again, he forgot that he wasn't supposed to be standing on the street.
"Sidewalk, Malfoy, sidewalk!" Hermione chided half-heartedly. Her breath reeked of alcohol, and her hair was tickling his chin. He tightened his hold on her waist as he opened the door behind the passenger seat and wrestled her inside.
The sky rumbled, and the bright flash of lightning accompanied by ear-deafening thunder sobered Hermione for a split-second. She held onto Draco's sleeve tightly and attempted to pull him into the cab with her.
"Granger, let go!" Draco tried to swat her hand away, much to the amusement of the cab driver. Suddenly, bullets of rain came crashing down, forcing Draco to jump into the cab and slam the door shut. Hermione smiled and rested her head against his arm.
"Bugger! Thunderstorm. How will I get home now?" Draco glared at Hermione as he dabbed on the raindrops on his free arm, but she merely shrugged and yawned. They both knew he wouldn't dare Disapparate in a Muggle neighborhood.
Draco sighed and gave Hermione's address to the cab driver. As they pulled out into traffic, Draco glanced at the sleeping drunk girl beside him. He wondered how of all the people who attended her birthday party--Harry and Ron included--he was left to see her home. He wasn't sure if he was annoyed or thankful. Smiling, he also realized that he didn't really care.