Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let's not bicker and argue over who groped who!

[flint_ferocia]

Date: Saturday, Sept. 9th
Time: Afternoon
Place: Hogsmead, the Hogs Head
Characters Involved: Draco Malfoy & Marcus Flint
Rating: PG-13?

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Draco's opinion of Flint had never been favorable. He was a terrible captain at Quidditch, for one thing. The only strategy he seemed to have involved his prick and the rest of his head was focused on brute strength. For another he wasn't exactly the sort that Draco would have ordinarily played the sycophant to. Rather, Flint ought to have done that for Draco and he really hadn't done. There had never been any real modicum of respect between them and it had only gotten worse on Draco's end when Pansy had confided in him exactly how Flint was harassing her.

Now, Draco didn't have much respect for certain types of people. Weasleys and those like them, Muggles, Mudbloods and some (if not most) Half-bloods. But even at a young age he'd known that sort of treatment wasn't for Pureblooded girls. He didn't pick that up from anyone in particular, but he loved his mum, didn't he? She was the best woman in the world and he maintained that other Pureblooded girls ought to be treated the same way. At the age of eleven, Draco hadn't had a real cerebral concept of rape or molestation or even sex, but he'd known enough to be absolutely disgusted that Flint would treat a Pureblooded girl that way, one so much younger than him for that matter, and one that Draco looked upon favourably.

He hadn't been able to do much. Flint was older and Draco, for all that he had Vince and Greg, wasn't an idiot. He wasn't going to take Flint or anyone like him on. So he offered Pansy as much protection as he could and vowed that when he got older he'd make Flint one miserable bastard.

So far Draco wasn't really in much of a position to keep that vow, but that didn't matter to him. It stood, even more now that Flint was back in their lives and already preying on Pansy once again. Draco wasn't in a place to protect her now, wasn't sure she'd appreciate it if he could, and Merlin knew Derrick was useless. But Draco would figure something out. In the meantime, Zoe and Simon were still conspicuous only in their absence and Draco had little choice but to accept Flint's offer and sit across from him, flagging down a girl nearby and ordering a pint.

"So," he said, feeling dirty just being in Flint's presence. "Not dead, I see."

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Marcus stared at Draco as he grabbed his last shot from the table. “Oh, does that shock and disappoint you?” The smirk on his face showed Marcus wouldn’t have cared if it did. Though he was starting to wonder about all the people assuming his death. Curious.

“Long ways away before that happens. Better not hold your breath. -Or, on second though… Ladies first.” He arched a brow in a teasing manner as Marcus gestured at Draco with his shot glass, before downing it quickly, and followed it with a large gulp of his ale. Then Marcus cleared his throat and his lips with a hand, before he lounged back into his seat.

“My Pa tells me that a lot of things have happened, since we’ve been gone. I told Derrick a while ago… you remember him, right? Yeah, I told him it was a real shame I missed all the fun.” Yet his face seemed happier than shit as he spoke, in a mocking, sadistic way. “I’ll just have to make my own now, I guess.”