Coffee (still not a) Date
The elevator ride went by faster than Hermione thought it would. Draco-Malfoy didn't speak, but she could feel the heat of his glare every time he looked her way. And he did so a lot.
It wasn't unpleasant though. If she was completely honest with herself, she actually kind of liked it. Still, she was relieved when the doors opened again. There had been something heavy about the looks he sent her way, and she didn't want to know why.
(she could hazard a guess of course – didn't even have to guess, in fact, as some things were just too obvious to hide – but she didn't want to)
(she wasn't sure she wanted this to be real yet, or ever)
"Two coffees, black," Draco (even her mind betrayed her, prompting Draco when it should still think Malfoy) ordered, sending the frazzled man at the counter an unimpressed look.
The man waved his wand with a sigh, muttering an incantation beneath his breath, and the two cups began to make themselves right before their eyes.
She would never get tired of this, Hermione thought as she watched the coffee beans crush themselves up in the air, forming a thin powdery trail that mixed with a stream of fuming water that floated from a nearby pot. The resulting liquid remained in the air for a few seconds, before lowering itself into the two cups conveniently placed beneath it.
She thanked the man, who simply nodded back absent-mindedly, and they left to find a place to sit. It wasn't hard: they were the only ones here, beside the man behind the counter.
"You could have been more polite, you know," she pointed out, her hands wrapped firmly around her cup, letting the almost burning heat seep into her skin. She breathed in deeply, letting the aroma fill in her nostrils, and exhaled on her beverage in an effort to cool it down and make it drinkable.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm sure I could have been, yes," he simply said, and left it at that, clearly considering the matter close. And perhaps it was, to him at least.
She glared at him, and he must have sensed it, because he smirked at her from over the cup he had been carefully blowing onto.
"Fine, fine," he sighed, rolling his eyes again, "I'll be better next time."
"Thank you," Hermione replied graciously, internally giddy from a small sense of victory. She hid her smile by taking a sip from her now drinkable coffee.
"How did you know how I wanted to take my coffee anyway?"
"Trade secret," Draco smirked.
Hermione huffed, but didn't reply. They finished their coffees in a warm kind of silence, before heading back to the Department.