Draco laughed. "Yeah, I know you are sauced. So am I." He paused for just a moment. "No need to worry about it then, right? Why not drink a little more? You have somewhere to be tonight? Tomorrow?" Draco loved to really tie one once in a while. If this wasn't the right time to do that, he didn't know what was!
"Is that so?" Draco asked with a grin. "I think that kind of answer requires some sort of evidence, don't you? A little tale of you being the life of the party?" Draco challenged, wondering if she could come up with anything, true or otherwise.
Draco's heart was hammering? Had he heard Hermione right? Was she toying with him? He risked a glance up to her face. She looked nervous but sincere. Should he really do something about it? He shrugged trying to appear cooler and calmer than he felt.
One hand cupped her foot as he idly rubbed the sole with his thumb. The other hand began to move a bit higher. He massaged her calf then moved up to thigh. He kept rubbing and then slowly, experimentally, he started to toy with the hem of her very short dress.