"Maître D, Sommelier and dining companion I think. I can’t claim to be the chef... I’m decent but not good enough to produce something like this... mmmmm." Hermione had gone up on her toes to give Malfoy a long press of her lips against his. She came down, heels onto the floor, with her fingers interlocked around his neck. Hermione looked up at him, "Who would have thought that Draco Malfoy could be such a romantic?"