their fair mudblood

She found him in a muggle bar. It was perceptive of him, she had to admit, because that was the last place his friends would be searching for him. Hermione Granger was not his friend though, and she highly doubted she would be.
Hermione took a seat beside him, taking in his rumpled clothes and forlorn expression with concern in her eyes.
“Malfoy,” she started to say, but he didn’t even lift his head at her voice. He stared down at his glass of whiskey and made no move to acknowledge her presence. “Draco,” she tried again, this time reaching out to touch his arm. “It’s almost two in the morning. Let me take you home,”
He finally turned to look at her, and a cynical smile curved in his mouth. “Home? You’re taking me to your bloody house now, Granger? Sorry to burst your bubble, but despite our temporary alliance, no matter how delectable you may look, I’m not exactly interested in fucking anyone tonight,”
Hermione blushed at his crudity. “I meant your house, Malfoy,” she responded acerbically. “And sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t even find you attractive enough to think of doing…that…with you.”
Draco drained the last of his drink before replying. His grey-eyed gaze seemed to burn through her, making her feel oddly exposed and vulnerable. “Is that a challenge, Granger?” he asked softly. “If you want a shag, all you have to do is ask,” his eyes insolently drifted from her mouth down to her chest.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but her pulse raced with an awareness that she only felt with him. “We have a lot of work to do at the Ministry tomorrow,” she hastily changed the topic. “And you have a meeting with the Head of the Auror department on the next day which you haven’t even prepared for! So come on, let me—”
“Why do you even bother, Granger?” he cut in rudely. “Why don’t you just let me rot here in peace and go annoy someone else?”
“Well, since no one else would care about you, I thought I might as well do the job,” she answered, her voice coming out angry. “It’s a tiring task, to be honest. Imagine caring for a git like you, who acts like a royal bastard all the time and—” the rest of her tirade was smothered in the hungry kiss he gave her not just because he wanted to shut her up, but because he felt the same way as well.

She found him in a muggle bar. It was perceptive of him, she had to admit, because that was the last place his friends would be searching for him. Hermione Granger was not his friend though, and she highly doubted she would be.

Hermione took a seat beside him, taking in his rumpled clothes and forlorn expression with concern in her eyes.

“Malfoy,” she started to say, but he didn’t even lift his head at her voice. He stared down at his glass of whiskey and made no move to acknowledge her presence. “Draco,” she tried again, this time reaching out to touch his arm. “It’s almost two in the morning. Let me take you home,”

He finally turned to look at her, and a cynical smile curved in his mouth. “Home? You’re taking me to your bloody house now, Granger? Sorry to burst your bubble, but despite our temporary alliance, no matter how delectable you may look, I’m not exactly interested in fucking anyone tonight,”

Hermione blushed at his crudity. “I meant your house, Malfoy,” she responded acerbically. “And sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t even find you attractive enough to think of doing…that…with you.”

Draco drained the last of his drink before replying. His grey-eyed gaze seemed to burn through her, making her feel oddly exposed and vulnerable. “Is that a challenge, Granger?” he asked softly. “If you want a shag, all you have to do is ask,” his eyes insolently drifted from her mouth down to her chest.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but her pulse raced with an awareness that she only felt with him. “We have a lot of work to do at the Ministry tomorrow,” she hastily changed the topic. “And you have a meeting with the Head of the Auror department on the next day which you haven’t even prepared for! So come on, let me—”

“Why do you even bother, Granger?” he cut in rudely. “Why don’t you just let me rot here in peace and go annoy someone else?”

“Well, since no one else would care about you, I thought I might as well do the job,” she answered, her voice coming out angry. “It’s a tiring task, to be honest. Imagine caring for a git like you, who acts like a royal bastard all the time and—” the rest of her tirade was smothered in the hungry kiss he gave her not just because he wanted to shut her up, but because he felt the same way as well.