Hermione nodded and lightly clinked her glass to his and nodded. She took a bit of her drink and sized him up, "no I don't have anywhere to be I have the all night." She had said the end of the sentence quietly.
The liquor and the complete wrongness of the situation mixed along with a tugging desire. What on earth was she doing? She was flirting with Draco Malfoy in a muggle night club letting him touch her feet! She listened to him call her out to show she was fun. She almost didn't want to indulge him. But she was totally wasted and this, she drunkenly realized, was only going to get more bizarre...
"Alright, when we returned to finish our last year at Hogwarts, I got completely knackered after every quidditch game. I threw up all over Ginny Weasley when she was holding my hair... Twice. I got up in the common room and sang The Irish Lullaby with two 5th year boys. My dad's Irish..."
She laughed at herself and suddenly her laugh turned to a soft whimper as his hand began to travel up her leg. For being so numb from the alcohol she suddenly felt a million little tingles that ran right up her legs into her tiny knickers.
She held her drink to her lips and watched as he toyed with her skirt, his hand was at midthigh, she sipped her drink, her eyes telling him she wasn't objecting.