A/N: Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

A bar wasn't exactly where I envisioned myself a year out of Hogwarts. In fact I saw myself as anything but a bartender. I was Hermione Granger for Merlin's sake! I am the brightest witch of the age according to many, but instead of taking some well paying job I decided to take a literatic route. Books were my first love and I could reach so many more people by publishing books that were of more worth than the trashy gossip witches magazines! I had a book, ready to be printed but I was waiting for my publisher to get back to me on the finalizing of the book deal, but until then I needed some way of getting money. I hadn't gone on to any sort of higher training, not to mention most of the jobs I encountered with a open position seemed that redeemable. So I figured maybe something muggle, and the easiest being a bartender. I couldn't bear being a bartender in a magical bar. It would be a disgrace and an embaressment to so many people. So I chose to work at a local muggle club. No one would know who I was and it would only be for a little while. My advance on my novel would come in and I would go back to school. While I didn't exactly agree with the idea of a club, getting drunk, dancing way too intimately with people they don't even know, and alcohol, I had to admit I liked the aura of the club. Tonight happened to be Tropic Night, so everything I looked there was bright colors and all the drinks had little umbrellas on them, which looked amusing. The bar was quiet as the speakers blasted a popular song and I took the time to look at the couples on the floor. I felt a pang of envy, Harry and Ginny had just moved in together. Ron had married an Auror named Lily and they already had two kids. But where was I, Hermione? Single and had been since I could ever remember. I couldn't flirt in the muggle world because none of them would be accepting of my magic. I sighed 'Unlucky in love again Granger?' I thought, hearing Malfoy's words he had said back at seventh year. I tried to push out his voice and looked at a group seeming to celebrate their graduation. I smiled as I remembered my own graduation party well. We had danced all night and slept over at the Burrow. We had splitting headaches the next day but it was worth it. How weird it was to be on the other end, to be the one serving. I reminded myself that bartending was only for a little while longer and positioned myself back at the front of the bar. I was hunting for some ice when I heard someone call for a waiter.

"I'll be with you in a second!" I replied, getting the ice in order and popped back up to serve the customer. "What can I get you?" I asked but then stopped. The man at the bar was Draco Malfoy. My mind instantly became puzzled, why on Earth would Draco Malfoy of all people be at a muggle bar of all places? He smirked as he recongized me.

"Well, well, if it isn't Hermione Granger. I didn't know you worked in bars, thought are the brightest witch of our age. Or were at least." he said with bite. I wanted to die in that instant. I thought of how he would go to his cronies and tell his tale of Granger working for low wages at a bar no less.

"I need the money. Because shocking as it is, not everyone has money!" I said, trying to keep my temper in check. He wasn't phased. "Are you going to order something or not?"

"A beer." he said simply. As I was filling the glass, curiousity got the best of me and before I could help myself I said,

"I never thought I would see you in a muggle bar of all places, but with Voldemort and your father gone, you can do anything you want right?" he took a moment to pause, as if trying to decide to answer me. Would the pureblood lower his standards and answer a question from a Mudblood?

"Yeah, it's a nice feeling. Freedom." he mentioned after a second, taking a swallow of his drink. "So what's your story Granger? Why aren't you in all the papers?"

"I'm trying to get a book published, but my publisher won't get back to me on the advance. So I've got to make a living somehow." I replied. "What about yourself?"

"Nothing really. When you have as much money as I do..." he trailed off.

"Must be nice." I said softly, leaning against the counter. "You seem changed. I mean if the great Draco Malfoy is talking to a Mudblood like me. Did Malfoy grow up a little bit?" he looked a bit surprised.

"Can't be a total jerk forever." he laughed. I liked that laugh. I found herself smiling. Wait having a conversation and smiling because of Malfoy? I really shouldn't have had that drink earlier...

"Yeah." I said, not sure what to say.

"So are you single?" he asked. I almost dropped the glass I had. It was weird enough I was having a conversation with Malfoy but him asking if I was single? Very, very weird.

"Yeah, unlucky in love Granger is my middle name." he winced at bit at my using his words. I could tell he regretted that a little.

"Oh."

"How about you?" I asked to be polite.

"Single."

"Is Pansy still on your case?"

"As always." he said, rolling his eyes. I laughed.

"That girl needs to take a hint. Even I saw that you hated her."

"Yeah..she's a nice girl, just not for me." he said. I shook my head.

"I know how that is. Hard to tell someone who cares about you so much that you don't like them back. Thankfully I've never had to do that!" I said.

"What never had a boyfriend Granger?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Oh crap, see this is what happens when you have conversations with your enemy against your better judgement...you admit stuff like this.

"Nope." I said quickly, hoping he would just pass over the topic and tried to busy myself with cleaning the bar. But then out of no where he said

"Granger." and he touched my hand, stopping my cleaning. He stood up and tilted my head up with his fingers. He leaned over kissed me softly. My mind went on the fritz and all normal thought processes were shut down instantly. After a short time he pulled away.

"There, now you can say you've been kissed." He smirked with a touch of arrogance. I was at a loss for words and yet angry he had thought I wouldn't have been kissed by now! Even if he was right...he had kissed me! My first kiss was in a bar...oh Lord my life was screwed up.

"I have other orders I need to get to." I said, trying to find my voice. "Nice to see you again." I added politely and also because I didn't know what else to say. I couldn't look at him. He smiled.

"You know what Granger? It was okay seeing you too." he said. I was a bit taken back by this comment. I smiled again as he put some money on the counter. With a wink he was gone. I shook my head and took the money to count it. There was enough for the drink, but then I could hear his voice say from somewhere near my ear, clear as day,

"That kiss was the tip."