Dangerously

Chapter 11

Hermione was on edge.

Ginny was talking about the honeymoon and showing the photos of her and Harry-- as much as she wanted to focus, Hermione could not keep her mind focused on the details of the honeymoon because she knew Draco was apparently going to be here tonight at the pub. She swallowed hard.

"I think Draco and I are done. I don't know if I messed things up or if he did or if it was a combination of both," she vomited.

"I'm sorry, how could you mess things up with that oaf?" Ginny glared.

Hermione groaned and gave a brief summary of what happened—leaving out the mention of his dark mark infliction he had entrusted her with. She felt out of breath and felt she was partly pleading with Ginny for an answer she wouldn't have.

"He told you he loved you?"

"Did you hear anything I said?"

"Yes, Hermione, I heard it all, but I have no idea why you need to me to tell you anything. He is obviously in the wrong, the prat. He has a lot going on emotionally and you can't do much to change that. You can wait for him or move on. It is your choice," Ginny shrugged. "They all just got here. Brace yourself," Ginny's eyes motioned to the door behind Hermione.

Hermione turned watching Draco approach with Harry. Harry leaned down and kissed Ginny atop her head.

"Granger," Draco spoke.

Hermione stood abruptly, ignoring Draco. "I am getting another drink. Does anyone want anything?"

"No, darling." Ginny mocked.

Draco shook his head, avoiding contact with Hermione the most he could.

She groaned and walked towards the bar. "Triple shot of gin with a splash of cran, please!" She called to the bartender.

"We all know you're a lightweight, golden-girl."

She turned around and saw Blaise Zabini smiling down at her.

"My tolerance has definitely improved," she scoffed as she turned back towards the bar counter.

"Oh really?" He smirked, moving next to her. "Two shots of whiskey, please."

"I don't do straight shots, Blaise."

"What happened to this tolerance you were bragging about?" He smiled, quickly glancing over at the glasses being sat down in front of them. "How are you and Draco?"

"Who?" she scoffed.

"Answers that then. Currently unattached then are ya', Granger?" Blaise grinned.

Hermione forced her smile away, "Are you flirting with me, Zabini?"

"Is it working?" He moved closer and raised his shot glass.

"Possibly." Hermione raised hers and simultaneously they both threw back their shots. Hermione tried her best to not let her face scrunch up as she took a sip of her drink.