Hermione couldn't understand why her cheeks felt so flushed, was it the alcohol? That had to be at it couldn't be the proximity in which Draco was standing so close to her. Yes alcohol that had to be it.
Something about Draco had always gotten under her skin it wasn't just his complete narrowmindedness about the world it had to have something to do with his sense of entitlement and his confidence. Of course he'd hadn't seemed terribly confident at the battle of Hogwarts but she didn't want to think about any of that tonight. His response about work and the Ministry of Magic reminded her of the great strides he had made to get away from the pureblood ideals that had nearly brought the wizard in world to its knees
" I see," she said smiling lightly, her tone slightly indifferent, "well I'm sure it wouldn't interest you at all but I am just finishing the semester at a Muggle University, i'm sort of taking the whole model appreciation thing to another level." She moved in closer to him so she wouldn't have to shout so much. It dawned on her they had neve been in as close in proximity to each other as they were now.
She brace herself for the insult as she raised her drink to her lips and drained half of it in one gulp. This whole situation was very offputting but she was actually enjoying herself slightly.