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.

[untamedragon]

Draco eyed the way he wiped his hand, wondering what had been on it that made such a gesture necessary, and shook it warily.

"Right," he said, raising his drink to Marcus as if in toast. "And what do you do, Marcus?"

[maliciousmillie]

"I sell Quidditch equipment," she replied, trying not to sneer at him. "So I follow the sport a good bit. Keeping up with what's coming out and such."

She motioned the bartender for another drink and turned back to him, trying to give him her full attention, though she glanced over his shoulder at the door. It wouldn't bode well if Theo were to come in and see her in this glamour, talking to Draco.

[untamedragon]

Draco smirked at that. Alright, so the man had a sense of humour as well as being good looking, Draco had to give him that. He took a long drink before replying, then set down his glass and leaned an elbow on the bar, one hand still wrapped around the cool glass.

"And do you usually go to the players for that?" he asked, raising one eyebrow in challenge. "I'd have thought the manager might be a better person to talk to about that sort of thing."

[maliciousmillie]

"Players need new pads and gloves on occasion," she replied, looking down into her glass. "But more often than not, I approach managers and owners to sell my wares."

[untamedragon]

Draco sighed inwardly. Was he really thick enough to think that Draco had actually been asking about the way he ran his business?

"And what have you got for me?" he tried again, smirking at him. If he didn't cotton on to that, he wasn't worth it.

[maliciousmillie]

Millicent's male lips curved into a grin that showed off the dimples of her glamour.

"Anything you want," she replied, leaning into him slightly.

[untamedragon]

Draco decided that he rather liked that grin. It promised good things, just as much as Marcus' words did. He wasn't subtle, but then, Draco had never done very well with subtle men.

"Is that so?" Draco practically purred, tilting his head as he considered the man in front of him. "That's a bit... cocky of you."

[maliciousmillie]

"Is it?" she drawled into his ear before pulling her new drink over, leaning back to take a long drink as she considered him.

"I prefer a more forward approach," she said, setting her drink back on the bar. "It saves time."

[untamedragon]

Draco suppressed a shiver at the hot breath on his ear, imagining what else that mouth could do besides talk. He looked Marcus over and decided that he was probably a top. The idea excited him more than it should have; he was getting a little bit tired of topping.

... Longbottom, he added hurriedly. Tired of topping Longbottom, that was it. Draco Malfoy was not a bottom, not by any stretch of the imagination.

"And time is of the essence," he snarked, taking another drink. He swallowed and licked his lips, looking up at Marcus.

[maliciousmillie]

"Indeed," she replied with a smirk, watching as Draco's tongue darted out to moisten his full bottom lip.

More than you can imagine, she thought to herself. This should be interesting. Very interesting.

[untamedragon]

Draco could appreciate a man that didn't talk much-- it was far better than one that talked too much-- but for some reason it made him a little bit uncomfortable. He was used to being admired, and the stare didn't bother him in the least, but there was something... he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but that smirk made him just a little bit suspicious.

He shrugged it off as the alcohol and leftover paranoia from the war, and finished his drink, setting the empty glass on the counter. His head was beginning to spin a little, despite the amount of whiskey he consumed around Morag, and he decided it was time to slow down.

"I'll have one of what he's having," he told the bartender, and settled back to wait for it.

[maliciousmillie]

"What do you do in the off season?" she asked, trying to act like she was interested. "You can't like playing all the time, can you? Unless it's some other sport you fill your time with."