Two Dry Martinis

“You’re brilliant,” he said, flashing those teeth again. “What did I do before you arrived? And what else might you teach me?”

Hermione knew she was blushing so she took another sip of her drink. The gin crisp and just the slightest hint of vermouth — how she liked it. When she flicked her eyes back to the bartender he was watching her.

“A fair number of things, I’d expect.”