LbN: Written for Siriusly Smart's Food Drabble Challenge/Zombie Reine's birthday. Happy belated birthday, mate!
Hermione was frustrated. Not mad, not sad, just…annoyed. She stirred the sauce, thinking back to the girls' night out she'd had the previous week. It had been a fun time. They'd gone to dinner and a club in Muggle London, just for the hell of it. Overall, it had been a fun night—it was just that one conversation had irked Hermione.
It had been her outfit that had started it. It wasn't, by any stretch of imagination, something she would wear to work, but it hadn't been anything near what Ginny's outfit was.
"Can you even move in that?" Hermione asked as Ginny turned to lock the door.
"Of course," Ginny smiled. "I got down the stairs, didn't I? Besides, I don't really need to move to grind against Tonks all night."
"For Merlin's sake," Hermione laughed. "Not leaving much to the imagination, are you?"
"Don't be so vanilla, Hermione!" Ginny smirked.
"What's wrong with vanilla?" Hermione asked, genuinely confused.
Ginny burst out laughing as they walked to the Apparation point. "Seriously? You've never heard that term before?"
"It means you're…normal. All the time."
"What's wrong with that? Normal's good. And vanilla isn't always normal! It just depends on how you use it."
"I could make a dirty joke about you and Blaise, but I'll control myself."
Hermione was dishing up the food when Blaise walked in. "Hey."
"Hey," he said, giving her a kiss. "Can I help?"
"If you grab the drinks, I think we're ready."
They ate in silence for a while, before Blaise asked, "Seared scallops with pasta? What occasion am I forgetting?"
"No occasion," Hermione said, chuckling. "More like I'm proving something to myself."
Blaise quirked an eyebrow at her. "Well, dinner's delicious, so I'm assuming you proved yourself right?"
"What's in the sauce?"
"You're the foodie in the family," Hermione said, smiling. "Guess."
"I'm thinking there's champagne, and something else…. It's a bit sweeter than regular sauces…Tastes a bit like the dressing on the salad. Not overpowering, so probably not honey. Vanilla?"
"Right," Hermione nodded, smiling.