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Title: The Meeting
Author: kalina-blue
Word Count: 495
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for dramione ldws round 1, challenge 2. The Prompt was to write a drabble inspired by the following lyrics:

Summer in the city means cleavage cleavage cleavage
and I start to miss you, baby, sometimes
I've been staying up and drinking in a late night establishment
telling strangers personal things

Lyrics from Summer in the City by Regina Spektor

The Meeting

I was nervously fingering the beer in front of me, sweat pooling in the valley between my breasts, my summer dress sticking to my body. The heat was overwhelming.

Casting a freezing charm would have been a relief, if it wasn't for the fact that I was at a Muggle bar, trying to be inconspicuous. My wand was hidden in my purse.

I sighed while the college students occupying the table behind me were getting rowdier with each round of ale. Normally, I wouldn't have entered a bar like this, especially this late at night. But I was meeting somebody.

And he was late. I took another sip from my beer, making a face as the bitter liquid touched my tongue. I hastily put down the bottle, wiping away the foam that had spilled on my chin.

"Very attractive, Granger." Suddenly the stool beside me was occupied. I glared at him while he ordered a beer.

How someone so obviously a wizard as Malfoy could blend into a Muggle bar that easily was beyond me. Nevertheless, he probably was doing a better job than me. He seemed completely at ease.

The barman came back with Malfoy's beer and he took a sip – no slopping.

You're late," I hissed.

"I had to shake a few tails," he didn't sound apologetic.

I glanced worriedly to the door, but when no Death Eater was entering, I turned back.

"Did you have to pick a bar like this for meeting?" I asked, gripping my bottle tighter. I would not take another sip in front of him, but I needed to hide the shaking of my hands. Whether the shaking was due to anger or something else I did not dare analyse.

"We're crappy today," he commented, taking another sip. No care in the world.

I very much hated him right then.

"Please, let's just get this over with," I said anxiously.

"As you wish." Malfoy got up from his stool, standing behind me before I even realised he had moved. Bracing his hands on either side of me on the bar he leaned impossibly close, whispering in my ear. "Always a pleasure, Granger."

He pressed a hot kiss against my neck, something I ought to have slapped him for, and then strolled out of the bar. Whistling.

My whole body was shaking.

I unsteadily got up from the chair, paying for both beers and ignoring the boisterous cheers from the drunken college students. Malfoy was gone. I knew he had delivered what I had wanted. I clutched my purse to my breasts, which by now should contain my wand and information on Voldemort. While I looked for a secure spot to Apparate out of this hellhole, I resolved to beg Harry to get someone else to meet with our most important spy – anyone but me.

I was still shaking.

But when I finally Disapparated from a secluded alley, I knew I would not talk to Harry.

I never did.