Southern Comfort

"I can buy my own drink, Malfoy." "I'm sure you can." He was far too much in her personal space again. "But there's no harm in accepting a kind gesture from an old friend." "We were never friends." Her voice softer this time, knowing he would hear her as close as he was. He winked at her. The bastard winked at her. - Post-Hogwarts Dramione. Grown up flirting, hotel sex.