"I'm glad you changed your mind about that drink," Draco admitted as he looked at Astoria over his glass. He put it on the table with a light clink. Apparating was a wonderful thing as it meant that he and Astoria were able to get a drink in a town over with no problems. The bar they were in was relaxed and high class. It was quiet and dimly lit. Draco knew that if Pansy knew, she would be livid. After all, this was the bar where Draco first suggested that she be his girlfriend. He wished she wouldn't be so jealous, even if she wasn't verbal about it.

"What can I say?" Astoria replied simply. She traced the rim of her martini glass slowly. "You're rather persistent."

Draco didn't respond right away. In all honesty, he wasn't quite sure what to say. She looked, simply put, wonderful, but there was no way he could tell her. Her dark hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She opted for a silk black blouse and a high waisted skirt with heels that were a little too high to be casual. Her legs were crossed in the leather chair across from him, which made the skirt seem shorter than it really was. Draco tried not to notice.

"So you say you're a healer," Astoria said casually, breaking the silence.

"Yes, I am," he replied. "Long hours, long days."

"Yet you still had time for me," she mused. She took a sip of her drink, and then her green eyes met his grey ones for a moment that was a little too long. "What do you do there?"

"I'm a glorified janitor," Draco answered darkly, although it was a joke.

Astoria snorted. "I doubt a Malfoy would ever sink to any sort of custodial work. You must be doing something more… impressive."

Draco was surprised that Astoria seemed so interested in his work, and even more so that she believed him to be doing great things. He felt like he should be doing great things, and not babysitting maybe-he-is, maybe-he-isn't-a-werewolf Bill Weasley. He knew he couldn't speak of Bill directly with her due to confidentiality.

"I'm more of an investigative healer," he replied. He knew he was exaggerating, but a little exaggerating didn't hurt anyone, did it? Really, he was investigating something uncommon: the continued wolf-like behaviours of someone who was attacked by a werewolf outside of a full moon. The only other case was Lavender Brown, but she didn't allow Draco to see her.

The night continued on and Draco found himself gradually glancing at the expensive watch on his wrist less and less frequently as he continued to order himself drinks. The last he remembered checking his watch it was almost two in the morning and the bar mostly empty. The bar was mostly for the type who stopped in for a drink after work, not to get drunk. It appeared too late for Draco and Astoria. Astoria lost her elegant pose and eventually changed seats so that she was at Draco's side, and not across from him. She ran her fingers down the sleeve of his shirt, causing goosebumps to rise on his arm where her touch had been. He could feel her breath on his face as she spoke to him, her words gradually making less and less.

"So, Mr. Malfoy," she whispered in his ear. "What are you doing out with me, pissed, at two in the morning instead of in bed with your long term girlfriend?"

He turned to retort. He tried to keep the premise that he didn't like when Pansy was spoken about, but a part of him deep inside was actually excited about the idea. The idea that there was a good-looking girl at home eagerly awaiting him and an even more attractive woman nearly in his lap at the bar. Draco hated his mind for it… he wasn't that type of person. But when he went to tell Astoria off, she was a little too close and she smelled so good, and he couldn't help it…

He reached forward, placed his hand on Astoria's neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Her lips were soft, but her mouth was a little dry from all the drinking. Regardless, she responded with enthusiasm. So much so that Draco was embarrassed about being in a public place, no matter how drunk he was. When they broke apart, Astoria wasted no time grabbing Draco by the end and out of the bar. They Apparated in front of where their building was. Astoria slipped out of her heels before they entered.

"What if Pansy sees me?" Draco asked.

"What if she does?" Astoria responded.

They made their way through the corridors stealthily, every now and then stealing kisses from one another. By the time they reached Astoria's door, Draco pushed her up against it and put his hands in her hair and kissed her neck. Astoria moaned and pulled him closer to her. He found her mouth again, and they remained in their embrace for several moments before Astoria managed to break away from him and unlock the door to her flat. Draco wasted no time closing the door and relocking it before rushing back to Astoria and began to unbutton her shirt at a rate that made it seem like they were on some sort of timer. She didn't resist, and rather responded. As they kissed deeply, they walked backwards, tearing off each other's clothes as they approached her bed. She was left in just skimpy lingerie by the time they reached it. Draco raised an eyebrow at her attire.

"Someone was prepared," Draco said.

"I always am," she replied sexily. She reached forward for his hand and pulled her to him, causing them to collapse onto her bed…

Suddenly, a beeping sound caused Draco to sit straight up in bed. He was noticeably excited, but soon became aware of the fact that he was in his own bed in his own flat and the brunette next to him wasn't Astoria, but rather Pansy. He couldn't believe it… it had all been a dream. How could it have been? He had never seen Astoria in such a state of undress and it all seemed so real and…

"Dammit!" Draco cursed to himself as he got out of bed. He knew he was in trouble.