White linen greedily absorbed spilled red wine faster than the server could siphon it away with his wand. Broken crystal scattered between the serving plates dressed with artfully plated roots, greens, and cheese, fallen soldiers waiting for the inevitable. The wine was their blood and the linen would be their grave.
Apologizing profusely, the server cleared what they could of the destruction left after an elbow was where it shouldn't and an entire tray of water glasses fell over the patron's table, destroying everything laid in preparation. Draco stared at the wreckage in disbelief, too stunned to be angry. Yet. With a wordless and wandless accio, he summoned the piece of jewelry previously hidden by a spell near Hermione's glass of wine she declared was too expensive.
He had pushed Hermione away with a spell as soon as he saw the glasses falling, getting her out of harm's way. As easy as it was to pull pieces of crystal out of wounds with a spell, it would be incredibly painful. He also really didn't want to have to explain to his mother how her favorite restaurant had destroyed the dress she had picked for this particular date with Hermione. As much as his girlfriend thought the dress was her idea, he knew better.
Hermione stood and charmed away some of the debris on the floor near her, but Draco could tell by the way her neck started to flush that she was acutely aware of the attention the spectacle was giving her.
"I'll take care of this," he said gently as he stood. The ring was hidden inside of his jacket pocket. "Go."
A grateful smile and swift kiss on his cheek later and Hermione was on her way to the loo to compose herself.
Draco assured the server it was fine, and that he would step away as well to give them a chance to clean up before anyone was hurt accidentally. Obvious relief filled the wizard's face that he hadn't completely botched a night out for Draco Malfoy and his company. While his first few steps were directed towards the bathroom, movement caught his eye, and he made his way towards the hallway that connected the restaurant to the alleyway.
Dark lapels of a leather jacket filled his palms as he grabbed the scruff of the man whose elbow had knocked into the server.
"What are you on about, Potter?"
Harry let the smoke in his mouth from the cigarette knocked to the ground to blow out of his nose. "Let go of me, Malfoy."
Draco pushed Harry away from him when he let go, but boxed his way from leaving. Another cigarette filled the small space with the stench of burning tobacco.
"Why are you here?"
"Can't a bloke have a nice dinner?"
Draco punched the brick wall nearby. "You know why I brought her here tonight, why are you here?"
Harry didn't answer. It took two more drags before Draco's anger went back to a simmer instead of a boil. He stared at Harry in disbelief. A stone grew in the pit of his stomach as he took in the other wizard's body language.
"Wait a minute…are you jealous?"
prompt from: just-things-i-like-mostly
