After Eights

They stared at each other, lust in their eyes and Hermione giggled softly once she'd gotten her breath back. "You taste of After Eights." Draco's gaze became incredulous. "I taste of what?" "After Eights," Hermione repeated. "You've never heard of them?" "Of course not, they sound ridiculous." He said, rolling his eyes. Draco helps a crying Hermione on the night of the Yule Ball.