Draco nodded once more, leaning back into the sofa. The waiter arrived promptly with two cups of hot chocolate. Hermione could smell the aroma rising from the mugs. She stirred her drink, watching the small marshmallows float to the walls. The scene was surreal. They were in a bar, surrounded by people drinking and talking loudly and all that they ordered was hot chocolate. It felt new and curious. Her eyes slid to the watch on his hand.