Title:

Chardonnay and Scotch

Description:

She tasted like honeysuckle and wild violet. He tasted like sizzling champagne on a summer's day. Two lovers. One was chardonnay. And one was scotch. HDr.

Disclaimer:

I own nothing.

Author's Note:

DUDDDDEEESSSS!!!!

Yes, I used my friend's computer, and I replied to all of you!!!! Or mostly. Unfortunately, my friend refused to let me use her computer any more, so I couldn't reply to Takkue or BelhavenOnTap. BUT BE PATIENT; I will reply to you once my friend succumbs to my puppy dog look.

… Which may take a while.

I got my report card back and it is apparent that I have not failed. Woot. Which is actually a huge surprise. But I have made up for my faults by achieving 'Needs Improvement' in 'Works Independently' (AKA I have too much fun for my teachers' tastes) in two subjects. So with this pride, I refuse to do my homework for those subjects and will procrastinate with this junk.

I am sorry if this is a bit short.

Enjoy, as per usual.

Eat before shopping.

If you go to the store hungry,

you are likely to make unnecessary purchases

- American Heart Association Cookbook

Hermione sat down in the library, twiddling her thumbs and staring at the entrance door.

She looked down at her watch.

4:50.

She looked back up.

She swore.

"UUUGGHHGHHHHH." Hermione muttered, disturbing a random Ravenclaw who cast her a dirty look, "Where the hell is he?"

She looked back up at the door, then down at her watch again.

4:51.

"Blimey hell, I'm not just going to wait here like an idiot for him!"

4:53

"I mean it! If he doesn't come through those doors in a minute, I'm going!"

4:54

"Maybe something happened to him …"

4:56

"Yeah right, it's Malfoy."

4:57

"I'm leaving! Going! Goodbye! Gone!"

4:58

"ARGHHHHH."

The Ravenclaw from across the library, who looked like he was about to burst with impatience and irritation, yelled out at Hermione from across the room, "If the boy's so much trouble, go find him!"

Hermione shut up and cast (what she considered) a scathing look at the Ravenclaw, shutting him up. She slowly started to pick up her stuff, when she started to hear noise from the hallway.

Her brown eyes shifted towards the door, and with a bang and a boom Draco Malfoy entered the Library.

"Surprise surprise," Hermione hissed at Draco as he sauntered over to her seat, waving goodbye to Pansy and a bunch of Slytherins, "I didn't realize you knew where the Library was."

"Surprise surprise, Granger," Draco literally purred at her, straddling a chair and facing her, "But I do."

"No eating in the library, Malfoy!" Hermione glowered at him as he started to drink from a slushie in his hand.

"Fuck off Granger, do you want to get this done or not?"

"Obviously you don't, since you're so obviously ignoring the rules of the library!" Hermione scowled at him as Draco's smirk grew, "And you're also twenty minutes late!"

"Big deal Granger, I'm sure you expected it," Draco dramatically downed the rest of his slushie and then threw it into a trash can at the side of the table with a bang.

"Could you be a bit less noisy, people are working here!" Hermione yell/whispered at him.

Draco rolled his eyes at Hermione, and then took the piece of parchment that was in front of her.

"What work have you already done, bookworm?"

"Nothing yet," Hermione sighed, cradling her head in her hands and watching Draco as he examined her parchment. Blond eyelashes were so … bizarre. But exceptionally hot.

Draco groaned and stretched, Hermione averting her eyes when his crisp white top tightened against his abs.

"Well, we better get cracking."

Two hours later, Hermione glanced up from her work to find Draco sloppily gazing at the book in front of him, his mouth hanging open and a lock of white gold about to fall into his eyes.

She giggled and stretched like a cat, not noticing his eyes snap up as her body started to move.

"I think supper's about to start right now, we might as well begin to clean up," Hermione indicated the parchment surrounding the pair.

"Mmm," Draco grinned at Hermione, catching her off guard again, "I hear they're having Yorkshire pudding today."

What she would do to have him smile like that at her.

Hermione quickly gulped and looked down at her piece of parchment, quickly replying, "Yeah, yeah."

Draco frowned at her.

"Are you okay, bookworm?"

Hermione glared at Draco, their previous acquaintance forgotten, "Yeah, why?"

"You seemed sad there for a second," Draco put his two fingers under her chin and lifted her face up to meet his, getting out of his chair and towering a bit over her.

"Must have been the light," Hermione yanked her face out of his grasp, looking back down at the parchment and starting to pile stuff up.

Draco leaned against his chair and watched her.

Hermione tossed a curl over her shoulder as she worked, and glared back up at Draco.

"What, Malfoy?"

"Bookworm," Draco sighed, "Sometimes there will be times in your life when not everything goes to plan. But you have to rise past those moments," His face lit up in mockery, "and seize the day!"

Hermione remained silent, and glared at him again.

"Shut up Malfoy, I get it," Draco rolled his eyes and sank back down into his chair, collecting his quills and shoving them into his backpack

"Carpe your own diem," Hermione replied, rolling her eyes in response and piling up her parchments, getting up and trying to carry them past Draco.

"Now now, I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't carry that for you, now would I be?" Draco lethargically leaned over and grabbed half of Hermione's pile of papers, slinging on his backpack and walking in front of Hermione.

Hermione glared daggers at his back, nearly toppling over from the weight of her bags and textbooks, as well as the parchments she was clinging onto.

"I was fine, you know."

"Exactly why you were about to fall over," Draco replied scathingly, looking back at Hermione from in front of her, readjusting his backpack.

"Shut up, Malfoy."