From the corner of his eye he saw the waitress heading back in his direction. He had already told the petite blonde that he was waiting for someone else, but she found excuse after excuse to come to his table. Draco wasn’t naïve to what was happening, but until she sprouted chestnut curls and literally became Hermione Granger, he wasn’t interested. He was gearing himself up to turn her away again when he saw a head of black hair entering the restaurant. Unfortunately for Draco, right behind was another black-haired man, one who may have added the title of "savior of the world" to his CV but still had not added a fucking hairbrush to his morning routine.