Hermione waved at the waiter and ordered a round of tequilas for everyone. She’d never had tequila before but this felt like the right night to try it. She planted her feet so that she wouldn’t be tempted to turn around and look at him, but as the waiter brought their shots, she had to make room for him to set the glasses down and she, perhaps subconsciously, turned towards Draco. If people had the capability to be magnetised, surely that would be the only explanation for the force that pulled her eyes towards him. He was still looking at her, but this time there was a smirk on his face. One corner of his mouth was lifted up into a half smile and it transported her back to Hogwarts, to all the times she would cautiously steal a look at him and he would be looking at her the same way he was now. As if she amused him, simply by existing and going on about her day. She loved that look. That look created a knot deep in her belly. It caused her breath to hitch. It made her palms sweat.