Hi people. Here's a new drabble, with a bit more Draco-Hermione interaction, and oh surprise, things seem to finally get going for them…
Also, I reworked the first chapters – I wrote them a year ago and wasn't quite happy with them. They should be better than before.
Anyway, enjoy and please review.
Word count:394
Work, again
Monday morning at work should feel awkward – or at least that was what Hermione was telling herself. After all, her partner had seen her drinking a fair share of alcohol, and she distinctly remembered dancing on a table at some point.
Only because she fell of it, mind you, and because her knees bore a pretty violent purple bruise the next morning until she healed them.
There's also the flirting-not-flirting debate that prompted her to drink so much – she mustn't forget that.
So yeah, all in all she expected something a bit different from the casually raised eyebrow on Draco's -Malfoy, damn you treacherous mind – face and the open concern as to her health.
She had honestly thought he wouldn't be above some teasing.
"So, Hermione, is your random habit of jumping on tables to strip when you're drunk the reason why you didn't want to come, or am I just special that way?"
Ah, there it was. She spoke – or, well, thought, too soon.
"God, please tell me I didn't do this…"
"I'm afraid you did. But don't worry, I quite enjoyed the show."
His smirk was infuriating, and if she wasn't so worried someone might see and cart her off to St Mungo's or Azkaban, she would strangle him on spot.
It took a while for her mind to get what was just said, but when it did, it rebelled against it. Malfoy was definitely not flirting with her. Nope, that was impossible.
"Anyway, what happened at the club aside, I'm feeling like coffee. Do you want any?"
He was already walking out of the room when she answered "Oh god, yes", never mind the fact that she just arrived and had drunk one less than an hour ago.
He stopped, and turned back.
"Well, what are you waiting for? The coffee's not going to walk to us on its own, you know. It doesn't have legs."
She thought about replying that the House Elves were plenty happy to bring them food down here if you asked nicely – yes, she had gotten over her 'free all House Elves' period – and then realized what exactly was happening.
Was Draco Malfoy actually asking her on a coffee date? What had the world come to?
'What in Merlin's name was she getting into,' she wondered as she followed him out of their office.