Passing Seasons

Kicking out her shoes, she decides that she hates high heels. And rain. And Mondays. And incapable ministry fools. And mushrooms. Yes, she hates mushrooms. She will never like those damn things. "I knew you would go insane someday" a familiar voice drawls from the doorway. She almost throws her empty coffee cup at him. It's empty. Why is it empty? A Draco-Hermione fic.