A/N: Just a random Dramione one-shot drabble with Draco lusting after Hermione. Reviews appreciated, of course.

WARNINGS: Language, sexual situations/themes...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. Obviously. But if I did, the series wouldn't be about Harry, anyway. They'd be about Draco. With some Snape for good measure. Kthx.

Firewhisky

Draco Malfoy sat alone at the bar in the Leaky Cauldron one night, staring at the bottom of his bottle of firewhisky. Every night since he'd failed his mission at Hogwarts, he'd drink. Voldemort had been upset. Very, very upset. And when Voldemort gets upset things get painful…

As the thought came, Draco ordered another bottle.

He was halfway through the bottle when he heard the tinkling of bells, signaling that someone had walked through the front door. He didn't turn his head to see who it was. He just took another sip of his drink. But he saw in his peripheral vision the person sit several seats down. He paid them no matter until he heard the familiar voice of Hermione Granger ordering a Butterbeer.

Draco glanced at her, annoyed. What the hell was Granger doing here, anyway? Meeting Potter or Weasley, no doubt. He stared at her for a moment. Apparently she hadn't realized he was there yet. Honestly, she seemed too preoccupied to notice. Draco took another swig of firewhisky and took advantage of the fact that she wasn't looking his way.

He had to admit, Hermione Granger was getting pretty damn attractive. She was a feisty one, which meant she was probably a firecracker in the sack. Draco blinked and took a very long swig of his firewhisky. What the hell was he thinking? Hermione Granger? She's a mudblood. A fucking mudblood. He could not possibly be lusting after a filthy mudblood like that, could he?

It must be the alcohol, he decided.

He had Pansy, anyway. Not that he gave a shit about her. Sure, Pansy was a nice item to have for the occasional fawn or fuck, but for anything else? He could care less.

Draco couldn't resist the temptation to glance at Granger again. She had definitely filled out over the past few years, in a very nice way. He could only imagine how good she'd be.

He pounded back the rest of his drink, disgusted with himself, and ordered two more firewhiskies quietly, to go. He couldn't stick around here with his thoughts and that mudblood. Draco grabbed the bottles, paid grudgingly, and headed back to his flat.

A matter of minutes later, he was pounding back the alcohol once more, alone in his flat, drowning his thoughts and his sorrows in alcohol. The last thing he saw before he passed out a few minutes later was the image of Hermione Granger sitting at the pub a few seats down from him.