Love's Potion [Dramione]

Chapter 1

Author's Note: This is my first shot at fan fiction, so if you read and decide to review, feel free to tell me if you think it sucks - just so long as you let me know exactly what sucks.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing related to Harry Potter.

"What's a mudblood like you doing in a place like this?"

Hermione Granger sighed and looked up at the blonde boy who seemed to have suddenly appeared out of nowhere beside her table. "If that's the best pickup line you can think to use, Malfoy, then perhaps you should consider taking dating advice from a five-year-old."

Draco Malfoy scoffed. "Sorry to disappoint you Granger, but the only reason I would ever 'pick you up' is if I was going to throw you into the lake."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Great. Well, it was nice chatting with you Ferret," she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. She ignored him and turned her attention back to her book She was hoping that he would take a hint and leave, but she forgot for a moment that he was Malfoy. One of the biggest pleasures in his life seemed to be tormenting her.

He took a seat across the table from her. "So where's Potter and Weasel?"

She sighed once more, against her better judgment. In the case of Draco Malfoy, when he was annoying you it was best to just ignore him. "How should I know?"

Draco smirked his famous smirk. And if she wasn't mistaken, Hermione could have sworn she saw a slight twinkle in his normally dead gray eyes. "Do I sense trouble in paradise? Is the Golden Trio breaking up?"

"Yes, Malfoy," Hermione said dryly. "We're breaking up. But for legal reasons, I am not allowed to discuss it. Although," she said, leaning over the table and lowering her voice to a whisper, "just between you and me, would you believe that Ron actually has the nerve to request custody of Crookshanks?" She sat back in her chair and shrugged. "Although I really have no right to complain. I'm fighting for custody of Harry's Quidditch broom."

Draco chuckled. So the mudblood had a sense of humor. Not much of one, but still. "I get it, I get it. It's Valentine's day, and they're both off having snogfests with their girlfriends, leaving you to sit all alone in a bar reading a book, pretending like you couldn't care less."

"Something like that," Hermione mumbled, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. She continued reading her book.

"Hey," Draco called over to the barmaid, who acknowledged him with a smile and a blush. He had that effect on women. "Can we get two butterbeers over here?"

"Sure thing," the waitress said with a wink. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Who says I want a butterbeer?" she asked.

"Who says I care whether you do or not?" Draco smirked.

Hermione sighed again and slammed her book shut. She glanced around the bar. "Surely they must have a 'No Ferrets' section here. I think I'll just move over there."

She got up to leave, but was stopped by Draco grabbing her arm. "Not so fast, mudblood. Where are your manners?"

"I don't know, Malfoy. Probably off somewhere with yours," she shot back. "Now get your dirty hands off of me."

Draco snorted. "You want to talk about dirty, mudblood? You're the one who's got dirt running all through her veins."

"That's an old routine, Malfoy. You ever think of coming up with something new?"

"And waste all that time and effort on someone like you? Nah. I'm content with the mudblood remarks. Especially now that I know their redundancy annoys you."