Regrettable
“Well, consider me at your service, if you ever need someone to use, say, for exacting a secret revenge on a thoughtless husband.” He smirked, and her jaw may very well have dropped. Had he just offered to cheat on her husband with her?
“What? Here and now?” Hermione laughed nervously. The fact that she hadn’t whipped out her wand and cursed him for even making such a suggestion was evidence of how angry she must really be with Ronald, if not of how drunk she must really be. “That’s insane.” At least she could claim insanity later, right? Her heart was pounding now, so much so she thought he must have been able to hear it. She swore she could. She should run. Any decent married woman would. Why, then, did her feet refuse to move?
“And that wasn’t a no,” he informed her. They stared at each other with baited breath. Draco took a step towards her, reaching one hand up to draw her towards him.