Hermione would have immediately gone stiff at a stranger placing their hands on her hips if she wasn't feeling so loose from the alcohol but tonight it didn't phase her. The very forward bloke had offered to buy her next drink, in a voice she almost recognized. Her alcohol laden brain wasn't catching up to where she had heard it before. If it had she probably would have reacted very differently.
"Well I suppose if you insist," she quipped, turning her head slightly, he smelled wonderful, like expensive leather and sandalwood. It was intoxicating. Turning slowly on the spot she found herself face to face with Draco Malfoy, looking devastatingly handsome in a muggle suit, staring back at her. For once, Hermione was speechless. She opened her mouth but no sound came out, frozen not knowing what to do she just stood there.