drunk!Hermione drabble
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Draco leaned against the bar, nursing his beer and people watching, as usual. He'd always had a habit of watching others, and was quite good at it, too. His position in the war, first as Voldemort's lackey, and eventually as a spy had only perfected his watching skills, but he was more than glad the war was over. Draco had to admit that Potter was good for something. As he scanned the dance floor, he took in the number of faces he recognized as survivors from the war. It seemed he wasn't the only one celebrating tonight. The sway of light brown curls caught his attention near the edge of the crowd. He watched the girl as she swayed to the music, her hips moving in a sultry and suggestive manner, her long, slightly frizzed curls brushing against her nearly bare back. Draco smiled to himself. He certainly had an appreciation for the popular halter tops that some young women liked to wear, and this particular halter top appeared to have nothing holding it on but a couple of strings. Paired with the tight jeans and the slightly raised sandals, it made for a lovely picture on this particular woman. She had curves in all the right places, and a relaxed manner to her dancing that suggested she was completely into the music and would let nothing hold her back. He supposed the beer bottle in her left hand could have contributed to that state, but he didn't mind. One particularly sensual moment where she dipped towards the floor and ran a hand up her legs and over her ass was all it took to spur Draco into action. He walked up to her, already thinking ahead to what she would be like in his bed that evening, after all, with moves like that she should be lots of fun. He was only a couple feet away from her when she turned around and he froze in his steps. "Granger?"
Draco leaned against the bar, nursing his beer and people watching, as usual. He'd always had a habit of watching others, and was quite good at it, too. His position in the war, first as Voldemort's lackey, and eventually as a spy had only perfected his watching skills, but he was more than glad the war was over. Draco had to admit that Potter was good for something. As he scanned the dance floor, he took in the number of faces he recognized as survivors from the war. It seemed he wasn't the only one celebrating tonight. The sway of light brown curls caught his attention near the edge of the crowd. He watched the girl as she swayed to the music, her hips moving in a sultry and suggestive manner, her long, slightly frizzed curls brushing against her nearly bare back. Draco smiled to himself. He certainly had an appreciation for the popular halter tops that some young women liked to wear, and this particular halter top appeared to have nothing holding it on but a couple of strings. Paired with the tight jeans and the slightly raised sandals, it made for a lovely picture on this particular woman. She had curves in all the right places, and a relaxed manner to her dancing that suggested she was completely into the music and would let nothing hold her back. He supposed the beer bottle in her left hand could have contributed to that state, but he didn't mind. One particularly sensual moment where she dipped towards the floor and ran a hand up her legs and over her ass was all it took to spur Draco into action. He walked up to her, already thinking ahead to what she would be like in his bed that evening, after all, with moves like that she should be lots of fun. He was only a couple feet away from her when she turned around and he froze in his steps. "Granger?"