A little Dramione, anyone?

(512): And then you yelled "Out of the way, I'm a lifeguard!" and everyone let us through.

"Life Saver"

Hermione was spreading jam on a piece of toast when a slender white hand reached around and nabbed it from her. She spun around with an 'oi', and grabbed for it, but the blond man was quick, darting back and lifting it up in the air – too high for her five foot five frame.

"So," Draco said, chewing thoughtfully. "Care to fill me in on the details of last night? I can't recall a damned thing from after Theo went home."

He and Hermione had attended a Ministry function until about ten-thirty, when the brunette had finally gotten irritated by the old wizards that still thought her a bit of a fifteen minutes of fame kind of girl, whereupon they met up with a number of Draco's old Slytherin acquaintances for a venture to some more modern bars.

"I'm not at all shocked to hear that." Hermione responded wryly. "You were drinking like a fish!"

"Hey, now, pot calling the kettle black." Draco argued, leaning close to her as he whispered against her ear, "I seem to remember you imbibing just as much."

Hermione's body responded traitorously to his closeness and her eyes flickered shut.

"Tease." She breathed as he pulled back. Draco merely smirked.

"You were reminding me of last night's events, Little Witch."

She scowled at the nickname, but complied when he pressed a kiss to her forehead; she loved the feeling of his lips on her temple. It made her feel safe and loved.

"We were stuck in the queue for about forty-five minutes, and then one of the girls up the front fainted, so the wait was going to be even longer-"

"I have a vague recollection of you complaining about something along those lines…" Hermione cleared her throat and he gestured for her to continue, sitting on the table-top.

"And then you yelled 'Out of the way, I'm a lifeguard!' and everyone let us through." She stated with a raised brow, observing his reaction.

"Really?" He sounded intrigued, and a little taken aback. Pulling the diminutive witch forward to stand between his parted knees, he traced light circles along her sides without realising as she continued.

"Yes, well, it surprised me too – you're so pale you're reflective! Not the most common look on a lifeguard." She told him with smile. "But that aside, you got us to her, and then used all your subtlety to ennervate her without revealing the wand up your sleeve, and we were immediately let in through the VIP entrance." Hermione finished, eyes laughing as she played with the soft hair at the nape of Draco's neck. He smiled, cat-like, and looped his hands around her slim waist.

Nothing was said for several moments.

"What about after that?" Draco prompted in a voice as smooth as velvet.

"Mmm? After that?" Hermione said sassily, hooking her fingers behind his neck. "I can't quite remember, I think I might need a demonstration, Mr Life Guard."

"Oh, you'll get one." Draco breathed – his eyes full of promise – as he slid from the table and kissed her full on the mouth.

Five days 'til Christmas!

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