"'You know Granger, I finally had weekend plans that didn't involve our friend group this Friday," he ran a hand through his silky hair that Hermione couldn't help but stare at. " I had a date with a witch. We are coworkers but we have known each other for about twelve years," Draco leaned down until they were face to face. " However, she never showed up,"  the grin left his face, replaced by an icy glare. He was so close that Hermione could smell his woodsy cologne, feel his breath on her face, and get lost in his beautiful gray eyes.