"Hey Granger!"

The only response the blonde received was a quiet sniffle.

"No. No way, Granger. Look I know we're building this, well knocking down his hostile wall and becoming friends and shit, but I don't do tears."

Once again Hermione Granger replied with a sniff. Draco looked around the re-built great hall, at all the students elegantly dressed for the Yule ball and once again back at his co-Head.

Kneeling down to shield them from view he spoke in a blunt yet gentle tone to sobbing Gryffindor.

"Look Granger, I don't do tears. So here's your options; either I hand you a tissue and leave you to wallow in self pity and cry over Weasley. Or I pick you up, give you a drink and we dance. Show Weasley you don't care. What's it gonna be?"

Hermione wiped her eyes on the back of her hands and looked up to the young Slytherin.

"I'll take the dance," she grinned, extending her arm to Draco, "and the drink."

Draco smirked, "Sounds more like it, alcohol I can deal with. Lets get you drunk and forget about him, I mean I know you're nothing special but you deserve better." He quipped cheekily, nudged Hermione's shoulder.

"Oh yeah? Someone like you, Prince Charming?" She scoffed.

"Well, I suppose we'll find out," the blonde winked. "Now let's get you that drink, Sobbing Beauty!"

The end

A/N: not the greatest, but it's short and sweet and was finished in ten minutes. Thanks for reading, please R&R x