All Right

Special Occasion

The restaurant was far too nice. Hermione felt underdressed just standing on the sidewalk. Draco's hand on her back guided her inside, and she shifted from foot to foot as he spoke lowly with the maître d'.

Within moments they were being led to a table near a window, and she felt every eye on them on the long walk. She'd suggested going to a Muggle restaurant, but he insisted. He already had a place in mind.

The menu was decadent. The wine list extensive.

But she and Draco hadn't spoken a word to each other since they left her flat. And maybe they were no good at this. Maybe they should stick to sex. Maybe the only meals they should share were lunch in his office as they redressed—

"Are we celebrating anything tonight? Any champagne?" the server asked.

Draco looked at her from over the top of the menu. His eyes were a pale grey, flickering over her anxiously.

She turned her face up to the server to decline, and Draco replied, "Yes, thank you." He met her eyes. "First date."

She felt her cheeks heat as the server offered his congratulations and well wishes. Biting her lip, she looked back to the menu, focusing on how the phrase "first date" made her feel.

Like a promise of many more to come.