Double Date

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

Draco’s hand threads through hers, squeezing, and even without looking at him, she knows he’s smirking. She turns towards him with a glare.

“You told me I could have whatever I wanted for my birthday.”

Hermione’s lip twitches. “I was so sure you were going to choose some scantily clad number.”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t look very good in lace, darling.”

She pinches his hand. “Shut it.”

Or: Time & Us & Them.