"Good." Draco didn't know what he would actually do if she asked him for such a letter. Not that it mattered at the moment. He nodded and took another big sip of his drink. He drained it and waved the waitress over to get him another. "Make it a double. Two doubles, actually," taking the liberty of ordering another for Hermione as well.
"Oh stop." Why did she have to take everything so seriously. "Does it always need to be about that?" he asked. "Maybe you didn't get an invite because you were Miss Priss and people thought it'd be boring?" He grinned at Hermione. His tone wasn't as sharp as it was before but it couldn't be considered gentle.
Draco loved the reaction he got from Hermione as he rubbed her feet. He chuckled at her little curse of pleasure. "No one would believe you if you told them."
Caught looking, Draco paused before deciding to be bold. "And if I do?" he asked without looking up from her shapely, bare legs.