Punch Drunk Love
Prompt: "Come home with me." (December 19/22)
Suggested listening: Rich Brian - Glow like Dat
"Come home with me," Draco pleaded.
"What?"
He stepped toward her, and cupped her face with his warm palm. Habit made her turn into his hand.
"Come home with me," he repeated.
Hermione hesitated, "I don't know."
"A Malfoy never begsth—" he harrumphed.
Oh dear, the fire whiskey was getting to him.
"Let's get you back, love." She pushed into his navy blue blazer that smelled like fresh pine and turned him around from the balcony back toward the gala. Before they went through the double doors, she dusted off his lapels.
"So you're g—going home with me? Hic", he whispered behind his shoulder.
She nodded curtly. Draco dragged his hand through his blond locks, looking pleased with himself.
Shacklebolt met them, as they tried to make a quiet exit. "Ms. Granger-Malfoy—"
"Apologies, Minister. My husband isn't feeling so well. I'm afraid we must get going."
Draco wasn't paying attention. He stole another champagne flute from a server elf and knocked it back.
Shacklebolt immediately stepped back, "Of course. Of course. We'll talk on Monday."
With a goofy smile on his face, her infuriatingly drunk husband beamed and slurred proudly in the Minister's ear, "I got Granger—hic—to go home with me."
