"I am most certainly not a beaver you foul, evil, slimy cockroach!", Hermione sniffed after a long period of silence at the table, to break the ice, instead of her usual accidental-on purpose sneeze.
Draco's lip twitched, fighting a smile at her choice of ice-breakers. "You say foul, evil, slimy cockroach like it's a bad thing"
"Most people would classify it as that"
Just seconds after Malfoy was warming up, he just had to go and mess it up. Not really his fault, but everything is his fault, Hermione thought, as suddenly his whole demeanor changed. He wasn't smiling anymore and dropped his head to her eye level.
"Granger, act natural. Scarhead, Weaslette and Weasel just entered the restaurant", Draco whispered.
She snorted at her minimal volume, and acted as elegant as possible throughout the meal until the end of the main course. As she left the table to wash her face and hands, a niggling doubt entered her mind, unsolicited.
Seeing as Hermione was looking to banish the persistent thought, she had to follow, so while leaving the table, she gave Draco the slightest peck on the cheek.
Just a kiss. But why the hell did it make her feel all the more sexy? Letting go of herself for a moment, she skipped happily on the way.
That's when it all went horribly wrong.
"Hermione?", Ginny called loudly. Hermione froze.
"Hermione!", Harry and Ron shouted in unison, and all eyes turned to Draco, who was smacking his palm on his head repeatedly.
"MALFOY?"
"Granger!"
"Malfoy?"
"GET US THE HELL OUT OF THIS PLACE, WOMAN!"
To which the guilty apparated to Hermione's apartment.