The ferret and his bushy haired muse — Chapter 3: Butterbeer and witchcraft

Set during the Yule Ball. Hermione is on the verge of tears after her argument with Ron and Viktor is nowhere to be seen. So butterbeer comes to her rescue. Alcohol and Hermione was a bad combination especially when a certain platinum blonde Slytherin was tossed into the equation! This is my First attempt at writing on Fanfiction. Please Read and Review!

She whipped around so fast, her hair swirled around her face before coming to rest at her right shoulder. His steel grey eyes bored into hers in a very different way than for the last four years. They held no disgust or malice but just a childlike curiosity, like a scientist discovering an unexpected twist of events in his experiment. It made her feel uncomfortable and weirdly nervous. 'Looks like your Bulgarian boyfriend has finally come to his senses and ditched you then', he drawled lazily. 'Frankly, I'm surprised you are interested in a trivial matter like this,Malfoy. Why don't you go and waste your time with your two cronies and leave me alone?', she muttered tiredly. 'Who said you could tell me what to do, Granger? ', he sneered at her. 'Fine. Stay. Do whatever you please. Just don't bother to talk to me', she said. The butterbeer was showing it's effects and she felt extremely sleepy, not to mention the painful headache that had begun to set in. She slumped back in her chair, resting her head on the table. Draco meanwhile was observing the brunnette keenly. She looked lovely (even though he hated to admit it to himself). Her arms were bare and her dress had a low back that showed off her porcelain skin. The front was extremely fitting and it hugged her torso almost like a second skin, without seeming vulgar. Her hair was starting to come out of the knot at her neck and a few tendrils flowed loose over her shoulders. Hark, she looked more beautiful than any other girl in the hall. It surprised him that a girl like that should be sitting alone at the bar, getting drunk. Most of the students had left the great hall, except for a few seventh years. The low voice of Frank Sinatra (some muggle singer whose songs Dumbledore had insisted on) played in the background... And I've got no defence for it, The heat is too intense for it, What good would common sense do... And it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft and even though I know it's strictly taboo, When you arouse the need in me, my heart says' yes, indeed' to me, proceed with what you're leading me to... It's such an ancient pitch, But one I wouldn't switch, 'Cause there's no nicer witch than you... He suppressed the urge to burst into laughter. Muggles. They always thought brewing spells and bewitching someone was all magic was a ridiculous idea!The song ended at that and there was another coming up next. 'Come and dance', he said abruptly to Hermione. Her head snapped up from the table and she blinked at him several times before blurting out, 'What?!' 'Are you deaf or did I just stutter? I said come and dance Granger'. When she finally responded, it was not her but the butterbeer running in her system that spoke. ' Sure let's dance'.

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