““That–” began Draco, then he cleared his throat, because his voice had gone husky. “That neurotransmission cocktail you had me on, at St. Mungo’s.”
“What about it?” asked Granger, a kind of breathiness in her voice.
“It lowers inhibitions?”
“Yes.”
“So – people speak the truth, when they’re on it?”
“Of a sort. It affects certain inhibitory interneurons in the cerebral cortex.” This breathless professory voice was a new one – Draco liked it. “It removes the usual filters. Most people enter a state of feel-good disinhibition.”
“So when I said I wanted to kiss you, you knew that it was true. It wasn't just – delirium.”
Granger glanced up over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were dark.
Since when was a look between them so heavy?
She nodded.
“It’s a similar effect to alcohol, I suppose,” said Draco.
“A different mechanism, but yes.”
“I’ve had three Firewhiskies,” said Draco.
He hadn’t a sodding clue where he was going with this.
She did.
“And,” said Granger, “do you still want to kiss me?”
The world stopped spinning.
He took a moment to answer – as though there would be any other answer than a longing-filled affirmative.
He brushed a fingertip at the place where her shoulder and neck met. “Yes. Just here.”
“Do.”” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 29: Night Encounter/Granger is Sensible, by @isthisselfcare
Draco was actually planning to buy an extra pumpkin for Crookshanks anyway but since Hermione is the one who brought it up he gets to be annoying and smug about it now instead so he’s having a great day ����
* Hermione Sketches *
I'm trying to work on my design for Hermione. To put a lot of character in her style. Usually, I sketch a bit like this. Trying one thing, then making a mess and starting again right next to it. I'm still working on Crookshanks. Cats are so bloody difficult to get right...