Draco cocked an eyebrow. What was she playing at? Hermione Granger always had a plan and always knew what to do. In fact, it seemed like she knew what everyone should be doing and how they should be doing it. Did she really not know what she was going to be doing? It seemed...off. But maybe Draco was just a little too fuzzy from all the drinks he'd had. He let the comment pass. "I see." He grinned at her. "Well, if you need a letter of recommendation when you apply at the Ministry, maybe could work something out where I could supply one for you?" He kept grinning at her.
"I do," Draco replied softly as Hermione met his gaze finally. He doubted that she would blow off steam the same way but Draco didn't mind indulging on the fantasy of goody-two-shoes Hermione Granger getting into a spot of naughty trouble.
He glanced around for any sign of Potter or Weasley. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of them. "It seems like that is much more possible without your cronies," he said venomously.
Arriving at a quieter destination, Draco followed and sat down elegantly after Hermione had plopped down and invited him to join her. "Very funny," he replied with a scowl. Though he had thought of it, Draco really didn't need Hermione to bring it up.
"You need a house elf to come rub them?" he suggested, forgetting her aversion to such things.