Burnt Toast

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Draco studied her intently with half-lidded eyes, paying close attention to her lips. That was the thing about Granger; she always expressed herself with her lips, be it with a pout, a brazen smile, or if she nervously chewed the lower one until it split.

Right now, they were parted slightly, set in a line with no telling curve at the corners, and Draco clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"What do you think?"

His voice seemed to snap her out of a trance, and she sucked in a harsh breath. "Well..." she started slowly. "It's um...it's certainly a very...extreme idea. I...uh-

"Granger, don't stutter like that,"
Draco frowned. "You asked, and that's my answer."

"Yes, I know," she said, her tone measured and steady. "And I appreciate your honesty, but that was just...unexpected."

He rested his elbows against the table between them and propped up his chin with the backs of his hands. The steam of his coffee reached his nose, and he wondered if the current topic was perhaps a little unsuitable for a Monday's breakfast, but it had been her decision to bring it up over burnt toast and soggy cereal.

She was nibbling her bottom lip. Of course she was. She had no fucking clue how much that nervous habit of hers affected him. A small rumble of sound vibrated at the back of his throat, and he made to leave his seat.

"I'll take that as a no then-

"No, wait," said Hermione. "Sit back down, Draco. I want to discuss this-

"Seems pointless if you have already made up your mind."

She shot him a look; one of those defiant looks with a spark of anger that reminded him she was unpredictable. "I never said no, Draco."

"Does that mean yes?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"It means...," she sighed. "It means that I am intrigued."

"Carry on."

"I just have a question. Is this...idea of yours influenced by my blood status?"

His eyes went wide for a second. "You know I don't care about that-

"I know you don't," she finished for him. "That wasn't my question-

"I don't know," he said honestly after a pause. "I think...I think I'd want to do it anyway, but let's just say our history might have influenced it a little."

Hermione nodded absently, rolling his words around in her head. "Okay then. I...yes, alright. I will try."

"You will?"

"I told you I was intrigued," she said with a pretty blush staining her cheeks.

Draco knew what that blush meant. She was more than intrigued, she was captivated. Her imagination had been teased, and now she would think about little else for the remainder of the day. It was so obvious in the way she shifted in her chair and dropped her attention to his mouth, and he licked his lips on purpose. She blinked a little longer than necessary, and he knew he had her.