So I finally decided to update! Wahoo, I guess. :P

This is set after the final battle, but before any kids are born. Astoria and Draco are married, as well as Hermione and Ron.

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Challenge: keelhaulrose's House Quotes challenge

Rating: T

Characters/Pairings: Tiny bit of Draco/Hermione

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She didn't know why she was here, but she immediately regretted sitting down as she looked to her left and saw a familiar blond head.

She ordered a drink without making eye contact, staring into her lap and biting her lip. Twisting her hair and picking her nails.

But as she reached for her the stem of her glass, she thought she saw a gleam in those blue eyes.

"Didn't think you were much a drinker," Draco commented, smiling as Hermione took a tiny sip of her cocktail and winced.

"Yeah, well," Hermione lifelessly, setting the glass down.

"Touché." He rolled his eyes and turned back towards the bar, gulping down the contents of his tumbler. "Could I have another fire whiskey?" he called to the bartender.

After a long moment, as Hermione took several more swallows of her drink, and Draco drummed his fingers impatiently until the refilled tumbler was set down in front of him, he turned back towards her, shiny blonde hair falling across his eyes.

"So."

"So," Hermione responded with an exhale.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "How's life married to the weasel? Drove you to drink already?"

"Lovely, and of course not." she responded tersely. "And Astoria?"

"Great."

There was a silence that seemed to overwhelm them into saying more.

"I don't think I even like Astoria."

"Sometimes Ron irritates the hell out of me."

They each pondered the other's statement, sipping drinks and tapping feet.

"Well, I get what you're saying. Ron Weasley irritates the hell out of everyone. I don't think it's possible for him not to be a git."

Hermione glared and folded her arms. "Maybe if you didn't alienate people by saying things like that, you could have a normal relationship. I'm assuming that's why you don't like Astoria- because she actually reacts when you're nasty to her."

Draco snorted, rolled his eyes, and tossed back the rest of the fire whiskey. "I've been alienating people since I was three."

Hermione smirked slightly, running her hands through her hair. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Two more shots, please," Draco called, and the two tiny glasses were slid across the wooden counter toward him. He pushed one in Hermione's direction.

"So, ah, cheers, Granger?"

"Cheers," Hermione said with a shrug.

They clinked glasses.

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I sort of like that this doesn't go anywhere, or really have a point. It's just open to a future, so imagine it if you like. :)