Dramione Drabbles

"You're my blind date??"

"This has got to be a joke."

"I'm going to kill Zabini."

Hermione and Draco both stood, dressed to impress, in front of the same single table for two at Diagon Alley's best - and only - upscale restaurant.

"You're my blind date? I showered to come meet you?" She hadn't meant it to come off as rude as it sounded but, come on. She'd shaved her legs for this.

"Charming. One would hope that you shower regardless of who you're going out to see." She noticed his, exceedingly obvious, glance up and down her body and was suddenly very conscious of her choice to show as much cleavage as this dress revealed.

...What? It'd been a while since her last date...

"My shower habits are none of your concern, Malfoy."

"Do you want them to be my concern?" he asked, taking a step towards her. "I have pretty minimal criteria when it comes to the women I'm willing to shower with.."

A brief image of herself in a shower with him flashed through her mind before she shut down that nonsense immediately and sat at their table in a huff. "I was told my date was some smart, handsome Ministry executive."

"All of which I am, Granger."

He wasn't wrong, per se - in the years since they'd seen each other, Malfoy's looks had become better with age. He'd grown out his hair, which was gelled back neatly tonight, though he left a few playful pieces resting on his forehead. His entire ensemble screamed 'money'. She hadn't known he'd grown so successful in his job.

She scanned his body as he had hers - his physique looked strong underneath his blazer, which caused her to begin wondering about his gym routine...

Which brought her back to the shower image...

But she couldn't let him know she was having any of these thoughts, so she just asked -

"So...what do we do now?"

"Well, I expect you think we should just go our separate ways?"

Malfoy's smile turned smug, as if he knew she indeed was about to suggest that they part ways. But because, even as adults, she wanted to wipe that smug look off of his face, and before she could regret her decision entirely, she said -

"Let's eat."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Malfoy said, sitting down in the seat opposite from her, "because I'm starving and the tab is being picked up by our miserable friends." He opened the menu, "So I intend to overcharge their card with at minimum two appetizers and a bottle of their finest," he peaked over the menu, "do you prefer red or white wine?"

"Red," she said. "And make it fancy."

"One fancy red wine, coming up."

After a quick chat with the waiter and a surrender of the menus, Malfoy folded his hands under his chin and regarded Hermione, curiously.

"It's been.. a while." he said.

"Five years," she agreed.

"So tell me Granger.. are you still a complete know it all?"

Without missing a beat, she rebutted, "I don't know, Malfoy, are you still a complete git?"

Malfoy chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. He was handsome when he laughed. "Okay, I guess I deserved that. But, I asked my question for a valid reason." He nodded over towards a standing chalkboard in the front of the room, on which read the words: TRIVIA NIGHT.

As if summoned, a stout wizard with a comically large mustache muttered a 'Sonoros' charm. With his voice now amplified, he addressed the crowd.

"Good evening, and welcome to our weekly trivia night!" A smattering of applause came from the tables around them, which, Hermione assumed, meant that everyone else in the restaurant was aware of the night's activities before sitting down at their tables, unlike themselves.