Shots in the Dark - Dramione

Ambition

Draco stepped into the bustling pub in Diagon Alley much later than he would have liked. He hadn't thought about it the first time they met at the Leaky Cauldron, but it probably seemed rather odd, them being together. That time, he had been too focused on the favor he had to ask of her— and on her, if he were to be completely honest— to notice any side glances, or whispers that may have occurred.

Afterall, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger weren't exactly your average citizens of the Wizarding World, and Draco certainly didn't get out much.

Perhaps he should have expected it.

He scanned the room and noticed several weary glances before he saw Hermione waving him over. He tried to zone out the surprised faces but it was difficult.

"You know who that is, don't you?" One voice said, and Draco wondered if they were even trying to keep him from hearing.

There was more being said, but he ignored it.

She stood, and they did their awkward dance again where they weren't sure how to greet each other again.

"Hi," she said, finally, laughing at herself and settling on kissing him on the cheek.

His face warmed and he stood stunned for a moment, before recovering with, "H-Have you ordered anything yet?"

"No, I was waiting for you."

~*~

They started with a few pleasantries, talking about their day, Hermione obviously very interested in any new updates regarding Keely.

When their orders, fish and chips with a butterbeer each, arrived, they reached a lull in their conversation.

Hermione picked up a chip and asked him comically, "What's your favorite color?"

He sucked on his teeth before answering, "Green."

She snorted and popped the chip in her mouth.

"And yours?" He asked.

"Violet," she said, and a blush formed across her cheeks.

"Mm," Draco said, chewing his fish.

She pulled her eyes from her basket of food and gazed at him for several moments, causing him to eventually ask, "What?" when a playful smile began forming on her lips.

"I.... was just wondering..." she started and he saw a familiar glint in her eyes as she shifted in her chair.

"Yes?" He said, grabbing his mug and lifting it to his mouth.

"Was I your... first?"

He choked on his drink and looked at her incredulously.

She laughed, "Not....." and then Hermione leaned in, biting her lip to control her glee, "I mean first... Muggle-born... that you've been with?"

The look on her face was smug, yet curious.

That's one way to ease the tension, Granger. He thought as he squinted his eyes at her darkly.

He placed his mug down in a deliberate motion, not breaking eye contact and leaned back in his chair. He said nothing, sucking on his teeth again to stifle his own smirk.

She leaned forward even more and he didn't hide the glance he made to her cleavage, her movement just exposing the peaks of her chest.

He released the hold his tongue had on his teeth with a terse " thup ."

"I knew it." She said falling back into her own chair, but he cocked his head towards her before saying, "As much as I enjoy your look of conquest, I must not tell lies, Granger."