Rita Skeeter peered over her Witch's Weekly at the two figures. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. What an interesting gathering. That tacky little brat Granger - what was she doing with the head of Stoneridge Inc.? This couldn't have been business. She'll just watch for now.
A wave of relief washed over me as I saw the high black heels of the waitress clatter over to our table. Or - my table. He was just sitting there. At least now I can stop pretending to be interested in the tablecloth.
"Deep fried halibut, scallops, and asparagus for the monsieur," she said quirkily, setting down the steaming food in front of him. She produced 2 wine glasses and 2 bottles of expensive looking red wine. She cheerily announced my order and set it down. It was then that I realized I didn't even order wine.
"Um, sorry, but I didn't order wine," I said, motioning towards the bottle.
"You said you wanted the same thing," the waitress smiled.
"No, I meant the same entre, I didn't want the wine." I did not want to get drunk tonight.
"No... the monsieur said deep-fried halibut, scallops, asparagus, and red wine, and you said you wanted the same thing."
"But not the wine!" I exclaimed exasperately.
"Anyway," the waitress rolled her eyes. "No returns." She smiled.
"What's the matter, Granger?" Malfoy quipped. "Can't afford it?"
I glared at him with intense dislike. "I can afford anything you can," I said snottily. Okay maybe not. But whatever.
"Oh really?" snorted Malfoy, with this 'oh-ho-ho' attitude.
"Yes, really."
"But not the wine, huh?" he smirked.
The waitress was still standing there looking bored.
"I'll keep the wine," I snarled more at Malfoy than the waitress.
"Okay, then!" she skipped away.
"I dare you to have a glass," said Malfoy sarcastically, noticing me edging away from the bottle. He began to daintily cut up his fish into little sections.
"No."
"What? Afraid to get drunk in front of me? I swear I won't do anything bad." He winked.
I felt the urge to retch. I'd kill him if he tried anything; I didn't know so many curses for nothing.
Besides, it's not as if one glass could get me drunk anyways. I wouldn't know, I've never really drunk alcohol.
"So, how is being Fudge's little assistant coming along?" He said 'little assistant' as if really meaning 'sleeping buddy' or something.
"Fine," I replied stiffly. The room was getting awfully hot. Was I that bad of an alcohol intaker? Anyway, better refill my glass to cool down.
"Business is good these days," he continued, now prodding at his scallops.
I nodded and sipped at my wine. "How'd you get Stoneridge anyways? What happened to your father?"
"Oh, he's dead," he said nonchalantly, as if talking about windsurfing or fishing.
"Oh," I said, taken aback.
"Yes, it belonged to my mother's grandfather, and now it's mine," he said.
I nodded again and refilled my glass. How many was that, anyways? Couldn't be that much, I could still see the words on the wine label.
"It's really hot," I chuckled, fanning myself with my hands.
"you've only had - what - half the bottle. I see you don't drink much?"
"No," I said airily.
"Yeah, me niether," he replied, draining the last of his wine. His face was looking pretty red, also.
"I'll go now," I slurred uncertainly. "Woo!" I laughed as I toppled back down on my seat. I felt preeeettty dizzy.
Malfoy laughed loudly, even though it wasn't funny. A couple of old women glared at us.
"Let's get some more to drink?" he suggested woozily.
I started laughing hysterically at this. "No, silly, I don't want to get drunk!" I put my head on the table.
Malfoy laughed and motioned for the waitress, who cheerily skipped over. He ordered something, but I didn't hear. She returned seconds later with a bottle of clear liquid. Yeah, I could use some water about now. Filling my glass to the top, I chugged some of it down. It burned. Okay it really burned. But whatever, it felt nice.
I got up and walked dizzily towards the exit. Losing my balance, I flopped down on something warm. A cry of surprise was heard, and the old man I was sitting on looked quite angry. He was opening and closing his mouth, probably saying something, but I didn't hear. I was sitting on his lap, but I didn't care - or notice - for that matter.
He was making funny faces at me now, I giggled and patted his head. Getting up, I somehow found myself back at my table. But not at the same seat. I was sitting on Malfoy's lap. The old man was standing up now, motioning towards me, I smiled goofily at Malfoy.
"Hey," I murmured.
"Hello," he said, and looked at his fork interestedly.
Somehow, probably with some help, I got into a taxi and found myself back in my own bed.
Rita Skeeter smirked triumphantly as she reviewed her photos of that night. The camera angle was perfect - it looked like Miss Granger was snogging the poor old man senseless - the man who - lucky for Rita - just happened to be Cornelius Fudge's brother.
Right. So after two months or so, I found this again and decided to finish typing it up. Sorry to whoever reads my crap anyways (no one). :[ And please, please excuse typos or grammatical errors.