A/N: So I admin on Dramione FanFiction Forum and we recently ran a competition and the winner got to submit a prompt to the admins for one of us to write a drabble... only three of us were inspired so three drabbles were written. Another admin chose her favourite and that was the one the winner got... but here for you is my drabble! The ending is ambigious so you as the reader get to decide whether they really broke up of if it was another of their games ;)

The Arrogance of Mr Malfoy

Taking a sip of champagne, Pansy glanced around the room before her eyes settled on her best friend.

"Oh for Merlin's sake," she huffed, shoving the glass at a passing waiter who looked somewhat taken aback by the gesture as she stalked across the dance floor to the corner where he stood nursing a double firewhiskey.

"Tell me now, are you planning on turning into a crazy stalker like your ex wife?" Pansy quipped sarcastically, grinning at the blond wizard.

Draco snorted in return. "Please, give me some credit."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Go talk to her already. You've been staring at her all night, and it's starting to get weird."

Lifting the crystal tumbler to his sneering lips, Draco downed the remains of his glass, hissing at the burn of the amber liquid.

"Oh yes, I can see that turning out very well, can't you?" he retorted, before turning towards the bar to order another drink, glaring at Pansy when he caught the way she signalled the bartender that it was time to cut him off.

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"Go talk to him already. You've been staring at him all night, and it's starting to get weird."

The unexpected words from her best friend made Hermione jump, spilling champagne down her dress.

"Oh fuck," Hermione hissed before turning on her heel, flushing crimson with a mix of fury and embarrassment. "Pansy is going to kill me, thank you, Harry!"

"What did I do?" Harry chuckled as Hermione rolled her eyes.

"What?.." Hermione started to repeat, her words trailing off as Harry grinned. Lifting her clutch she smacked Harry with it twice before pausing and smacking him a third time for good measure.

"Okay, Okay," he chuckled, raising his arms defensively against her blows. "All I'm saying is that this game of who is more over who is like a never ending game of quidditch.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at Harry, rubbing the Jadeite necklace Draco had given her for her birthday unconsciously. As if realising her actions she suddenly ripped her hand from the necklace with a growl before turning to Ginny for backup. Instead she was met with a grin that told her Ginny was almost certainly responsible for Harry's original statement.

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"Seriously, it's getting a bit pathetic now," Pansy began again, unable to stop the smile that was causing the corners of her lips to twitch. "You're starting to look how Rufus did, you know, before we had to have him put down," she grinned, referring to her mother's blood hound.

"Charming," Draco huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

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"Remind me again why you broke up?" Ginny asked, casually running her finger along the rim of her glass.

"Because Malfoy is an arse," Hermione replied, anger swelling inside her. She hated these Ministry Galas at the best of times, but as she caught sight of the reporters scribbling in the corner, knowing the society pages would be full of gossip about her and Draco, their breakup fodder for tomorrow's sales, she decided she had had enough of them altogether. Clutching the hem of her dress in her left hand, her clutch in her right, she hurried across the atrium towards the darkened floo chamber.

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"...All I am saying is that if you just talk to her…" Pansy continued with a sigh, her words trailing off as Draco pushed past her. She grinned as she followed his resolute gaze across the atrium, catching sight of Hermione as she hurried from the room.

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Hermione paused to slip off her heels, feeling a hand wrap around her wrist as she lifted her head, gasping as she looked up into Draco's face.

"Granger," he breathed, relaxing his grip.

"Malfoy," Hermione responded, somewhat smartly, tugging her hand free as she straightened her back.

Draco smiled, turning on the charm.

Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

"A chance to talk. I've missed you, and I can tell you have missed me," he curled his lip as he raised an eyebrow suggestively, reaching out to finger the strap of her dress.

"You arrogant arse," Hermione retorted, pulling away, her eyes catching sight over his shoulder of the group of reporters at the edge of the crowd, their eyes roving around the shadows in the hope of catching their conversation.

"Oh come on, Granger, you know I love it when you dress Slytherin," Draco whispered, his hands wrapping around her waist as he glanced down drinking in the sight of her green dress, a loan from Pansy he was sure.

Feeling the warmth of his body radiating through her, causing her skin to tingle and her heart to pound in her chest, Hermione could not bring herself to push him away. Merlin, she had missed this, missed him, and she hated herself for acknowledging the fact.

"Draco…" Hermione began, her attempt at complaining about his actions feeble.

"What if I kissed you right now?" Draco asked, his lips dangerously close to hers.

"I'd slap you," Hermione replied, trying to sound like she meant it.

"Really?" Draco asked, his voice barely above a whisper as his lips grazed hers.

Crack!

"Ow! What was that for?" Draco whined, whipping his head around at the thundering footsteps of dozens of reporters alerted to their location in the dark by the sound of the slap.

"Sorry, reflex," Hermione replied apologetically as Draco tugged her towards the floo.

"You're lucky you're hot," he grinned as he scooped Hermione into his arms.

"You're such an arse!" Hermione giggled as Draco pulled them into the floo, away from the nosey reporters and to their flat overlooking the Thames.

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