Millicent takes steps to ensnare Draco

[maliciousmillie]

Millicent patiently waited at the Leaky Cauldron, her eyes searching the crowd as she relaxed against the bar, her elbows propped on it. Her glamour fully in place along with that certain male part included, she almost felt like an entirely different person. Which, she was at the moment

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[untamedragon]

Draco was thinking too much. Or rather, he hadn't been thinking enough, and now he was thinking hard, trying to find a way to get himself out of it.

The problem? Longbottom was beginning to think that they were in some sort of relationship.

Draco didn't do relationships. He didn't want relationships. He just wanted to have fun, and with that in mind, he decided to go out for a drink and maybe something else.

He decided on the Leaky Cauldron because he didn't feel like dancing, and he doubted he'd be welcome at Madam Rosmerta's after the disaster with the cursed necklace. If he ever found out who told her, he'd have to hex them for getting him banned from a perfectly good bar.

But the Leaky would do, even if it wasn't always full of the most attractive people. He slid onto a stool without a glance for any of the people around him, and ordered a large whiskey.

[maliciousmillie]

Millicent took her time, looking him over as she leaned against the bar. She'd surveyed the room earlier, finding that the place was lacking in good-looking men. At least she could say she was the most handsome there even in her glamour. She smirked to herself and took a long drink, finishing off her ale in one long swallow.

"Say, aren't you a Quidditch player?" she asked, deciding it was time to say something after she'd looked him over fully.

[untamedragon]

Draco steadfastly ignored the eyes on him, but they made him feel a little bit better. He looked up at the voice, and gave the man a surreptitious once over.

"I might," he said easily, accepting his drink from the bartender without so much as a nod. "Who's asking?"

[maliciousmillie]

"Oh sorry," she said, wiping her hand on her jeans and offering it to him. "Marcus Taylor."

"Draco Malfoy, right?" she asked, giving him a rather excited grin.