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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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.
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"Say, aren't you a Quidditch player?" she asked, deciding it was time to say something after she'd looked him over fully.
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"I might," he said easily, accepting his drink from the bartender without so much as a nod. "Who's asking?"
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"Draco Malfoy, right?" she asked, giving him a rather excited grin.
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"Right," he said, raising his drink to Marcus as if in toast. "And what do you do, Marcus?"
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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.
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"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."
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"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.
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"Anything you want," she replied, leaning into him slightly.
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"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."
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"I prefer a more forward approach," she said, setting her drink back on the bar. "It saves time."
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... 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.
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More than you can imagine, she thought to herself. This should be interesting. Very interesting.
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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.
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