That Would Be Crazy ; Draco/Hermione, PG-13 (393 words) -- requested by vapored (here)
"You need to lighten up. Not everything in life has to be so serious, you know."
"Have you been drinking?" he asked, surprised.
"Yes," she replied haughtily. "I'm allowed you know. It's perfectly legal."
"I know that. I just didn't know you drank," he continued.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Malfoy. Harry usually comes here with Ron after work and they have a few shots before going home. I used to go with them until Ron banned me from having firewhiskey. Apparently, I say everything I'm thinking when I have too many."
"As if that's different from when you're sober."
Hermione shot a glare in his direction and waved the bartender over to refill her glass. It was only her second, not enough to really be drunk, but she was much more relaxed than when he saw her at work a few hours ago. Being the Head of Magical Law Enforcement seemed like a stressful job, even to him, but being an Auror wasn't a cup of tea either. Yet she didn't see him throwing back glass after glass of firewhiskey to relax at the end of the day.
"Don't you do anything fun, Malfoy? Or crazy or anything out of the normal for you?" she asked him suddenly, eying his glass of butterbeer.
"Drinking until I pass out isn't my idea of fun or crazy, Granger," he said with a shake of his head. Draco wasn't quite sure how to handle this situation now. She was being friendly (or as friendly as she could be with him) and that was different from the polite way she spoke to him at the Ministry. She was so close he could touch her if he wanted to, not that he did. She, however, didn't seem to be bothered by the idea, because she hadn't moved away when his hand brushed against her arm on its way to his drink.
"I think you've had enough for the night," he finally said after watching her finish her fourth glass. "Let's get you home."
"Trying to take advantage of me, Malfoy?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as his hand closed around her arm and pulled her from the bar stool she'd been sitting on.
Her shoulder was pressed against his chest when she felt him chuckle softly, his warm breath causing the small hairs on her neck to stand on end. "Now that would be crazy."