Masks and Mirrors (гет)

Draco almost choked on a sip of wine during dinner with Hermione. The pristine white table cloth almost tarnished crimson. He gently thumped himself on the chest and coughed, regaining his composure.
“You want me to do what?!” The pitch of his voice rose and he almost sounded offended.
Draco reached for his napkin which was neatly placed across his lap and patted the corners of his mouth, folding it haphazardly he placed it on the table next to his half eaten meal. He leant himself back in his chair and eyed her from across the table.
“You can’t be serious? Do I need to check you into St. Mungos?”
He played with the edge of the napkin, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger in contemplation. He tucked his chin towards his chest and looked at her through his eyelashes. Draco scanned her face, looking for some sort of sign that this was a joke, that she was just messing with him to see how he would react.
But her features never faltered, she continued to look at him straight faced and collected. She reached for her goblet and rolled the base across the table, swirling the merlot coloured liquid around the glass.
“I’m being serious, Draco.”