Ooh, this fic is juicy.  Like grapes, you enjoy the anticipation before it bursts and she makes the date. The way you describe her saying Draco's name- with intent, how it has flavour- works really well.  Tasting like the wine, it's a good flavor, and a hell of a lot classier than the cheap beer Ronald has become.  I like how you didn't over-describe it, and winnowed the story down to what felt like the bones.  Scene, catalyst, and conclusion. Neatly and beautifully done.

What a little tease!  Loved it.