"So what's the plan, Stan?" Draco Malfoy asks, smirking happily away at Hermione Granger.

Hermione, for her part, put her hands on her hips, "Oh, no you don't, mister. You don't come in here, a day after my grand plans crash and burn, upending any newly formed half-baked ideas and ask ME what the plan is."

Draco Malfoy smirked, "For once, I've made the Great Hermione Granger speechless."

Hermione said, "Start talking and we'll work it out together. You up for some pizza?"

Draco Malfoy smirked back, "Pizza Union fine with you? My treat."

Hermione Granger blinked, seemingly set back on her heels by the fact that Supreme Bigot Malfoy not only managed to know about pizza, but had found one of the decent shops in London. Not, mind, the poshest place. "Sure. Just let me toss off these robes."

Draco Malfoy politely turned around, trying not to blush. Where he came from, tossing off robes generally led to amorous encounters. Draco had his robes folded neatly, and genteely offered Hermione Granger an arm. They side-along apparated into a stinky alley, and Hermione wrinkled her nose.

Draco said, slightly offended, "You thought I could magick up a clean alley? I don't think even Magic Alleys can rid themselves of the smell of urine."

Hermione Granger frowned, slightly, opening her mouth - before Draco started laughing. "Don't take yourself so seriously, girlfriend." Where in the hell had Malfoy picked up all this muggle slang, she thought.

They emerged from the alley, and stared at Pizza Union Londontown - apparently this was something of a chain. It had the normal counterservice, with tables that were two steps above McDonald's - and booths that just screamed Red Sauce Italian.

"Come on!" Draco called, dashing in front of a herd of children being led by one tired looking woman. Hermione hurried to catch up.

Draco proceeded to display a still-adolescent appetite. "Oh, try this!" he said, pulling down a margarita, and then grabbing up a Funghi slice, and then "this is my favorite" - the one with pepperoni, and green peppers. And then he tried to put these down on her tray.

Hermione laughed, surprised at his enthusiasm, and said, "I can't eat that much!"

Draco, completely unselfconsciously said, "Then I'll give you a bite off each" Draco then darted to the end of the counter, where the Daily Special was. His eyes were big as saucers, as he looked at the feta/spinach topped pizza "Try this one! It looks delicious!"

Hermione said, with a knowing look on her face, "you just want to try a bite of it, don't you?"

Draco said, "Of course!" And smirked.

Draco paid for both Hermione and his own pizzas, which she felt much less bad about since he'd just gotten TRIPLE what a sane and normal person would have gotten. These pieces were huge, and there was plenty of crust. As they walked away from the register, Draco looked at her, and said, "Can we get a booth? Do you mind? My parents never let me sit in a booth, not ever."

Hermione let out a sigh, and said, "Yes, Malfoy, we can get a booth."

Draco sat in the back booth, his back to the wall, and took one bite of pizza. "Wow, this really is stupendous. How have I never tried this before?"

Hermione blinked at him. "You've never come here before?"

Draco shook his head. "Nope."

Hermione looked at him, with furrowed, skeptical brow, and said, "Then how are you so good at all of this?"

"It's called research, Granger." Malfoy said, "Can I call you Danger Granger? Or is it Granger Danger?"

[a/n: Draco's actually not brave enough to go out into the Muggle world on his own. Although, if circumstances were different, he'd just Hire A Muggleborn.

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