Lunch at the Gilded Dragon
One of the last things Draco wanted to do after his stressful morning (and, really, stress ought to be outlawed until at least noon because anytime before that was too fucking early) was go to lunch with anyone because interacting socially with others was going to be a draining task. What made it infinitely worse was that now Draco was going to
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Even so, she had to put on her best "insult me and die" face in order to simply get past the door. The woman at the counter sneered at her when she announced that she was with the "Malfoy party", and actually checked Millicent's name against some list!
You're not getting a tip for that, bitch, Millicent thought, and lifted her nose high and straightened her back as she worked her way through the tables, following the woman's quick but minicing steps.
Ignoring the simpering smile the counter bitch gave Draco, Millicent sat herself down and gave Draco the once-over. He looked stressed, so she calmly laid her serviette on her lap and didn't say much.
"Good afternoon, Draco," she said. "I see I'm the first one here."
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"Indeed. Severus won't be far behind. You know how punctual he is."
Draco eyed Millicent up and down, took in the hard set of her features, and raised an eyebrow. So it would seem that someone else, at least, was having a shitty day so far. Draco was curious and needed to hear about someone else's stressful morning, so he decided to fish a bit.
"So, how has your morning been?" he asked carefully, giving her an out if she wanted one, but hoping she'd take the cue and let it all out.
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"A series of rough patches," she said. "Luna and I made a breakfast appointment to which I was late, because of oversleeping. We then proceeded to go shopping, and the woman has no clue about proper formal wear! I was expecting the clothing taste of a blind transvestite, but not even knowing about proper glove length and clothing styles?"
She tsked.
"Educating her was actually more enjoyable than I thought," she admitted. "I ended up with something simple, myself, although the selection wasn't quite up to standards."
"And you, Draco?" she asked. "You seem rather... tense."
He'd asked her, so it was only fair turnabout.
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"Oh, just the usual, you know. Got into a sparring match with Severus through my journal during which the both of us may or may not have acting like a rather dramatic pair of queens. And then I got into it with Ron Weasley through his journal."
Draco frowned and regarded Millicent with both of his eyebrows raised.
"Over the course of two hours we went from getting along to not quite that. Apparently," he added, leaning back in his seat. "We get along well enough when we're just writing to each other, but he said he wanted to ask invasive questions and I figured it was only fair. Severus mentioned something about 'establishing relationships'? I thought I'd give it a go. Suffice it to say, I am not the man Weasley's looking for ( ... )
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He had never been late to anything involving Draco Malfoy, right down to, and including not being too late to save him from a hideous choice. He was not too late to kill Dumbledore and thereby prevent Draco from doing it.
He owed the family a great deal, long before Draco was ever born.
On the other hand, Severus considered that debt paid in-full, and in blood, the moment he raised his wand against his own dearest friend, mentor, and father-figure.
It was only genuine affection which kept him in contact with Draco--however willingly or not the boy returned his correspondence.
Paternal, filial affection, of course.
Severus was not late now, though the silver watch in his pocket had just reached noon, precisely, when he ( ... )
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Without any dramatic and sudden change, Draco breathed out an imperceptible sigh and thought to himself that maybe it was all a fluke and he only felt the things he'd always felt for Severus and there was nothing complicating that at all thank Merlin.
And then Severus spoke and for whatever reason Draco's mind . . . disconnected, and he thought he was going to panic.
Ohfuckheknowshe'sgoingtokillmeortellmehejustwantstobefriendsorsomethingandthatshouldbeagoodthingitreallyshould was the first thing to pop into Draco's mind. It took him a moment to realize that Severus was referring to the article and even then, Draco still felt like he'd just ( ... )
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Point: the first time she'd mentioned the two of them together, lunch yesterday, there had been quite a reaction.
Point: Draco became quite short when she'd mentioned Snape earlier during today's conversation, specifically concerning relationships.
Point: now that Snape had shown up, Draco had momentarily frozen.
Even when not taken separately, they didn't add up to much. Millicent decided to watch the interactions between the two men very carefully.
In the meantime, what better way was there than to direct the conversation away from Draco's momentary blank?
She couldn't very well say that she wouldn't mind having Snape tied to her bed (and what a nebulous picture that induced), but she was also very sure that Snape couldn't possibly imagine Millicent in the same fashion ( ... )
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His dark eyes snapped to Draco's face when the boy did not greet him immediately with the sharp teasing he'd expected, and Severus watched him, searchingly. He was determined to behave as though Draco's little slip in the journals had never happened. If he ignored it, maybe it would go away.
The laughter at his expense actually relaxed him. It was normal, expected and allowed him to hope it really had been a fluke after all.
The odd, heavy feeling in his abdomen had to do with hunger and lingering embarrassment over the article. It had nothing to do with inappropriate disappointment ( ... )
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He wasn't wrong.
"We're under new management, Draco," Lydia told him casually when Draco demanded to know what her problem with his table happened to be.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Draco asked, at the edge of his patience and afraid that he knew exactly what that meant ( ... )
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It seemed he was to spend a great deal of this luncheon being very angry, as he could tell by the flippant, sensual, flirtatious manner by which Draco was addressing the waiter that Draco was still in a snit.
Moreover, Severus found that he did not like this waiter-person, at all. He was smiling in an almost besotted fashion at Draco and standing much too close.
"I will be having the steak and lobster meal," Severus said without hesitation. The sooner the cute waiter was gone, the happier Severus would be. Draco was far confused enough just now without adding another attempted conquest to his lot.
His sharp eyes remained on Draco, waiting for the other two to order and the waiter to leave before grilling Draco on what had transpired with the waitress.
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She glanced cooly at the waiter, who had written their orders down without even glancing away from Draco. He was attractive, she supposed, but all together too feminine for her tastes. Probably right up Draco's alley, so to speak.
Then again, she thought, considering the men she knew he'd shown interest in this weekend, perhaps a dull-witted Gryffindor might be more to his taste.
Behind the waiter that was now getting their service, the waitress that had been so rude earlier was glaring at them. Millicent narrowed her eyes very slightly as she measured the woman's appearance.
Thin ankles and high shoes were never a good combination. And so many... unfortunant accidents occured in a busy restaurant.
A cool smirk crossed her face and she turned back to their current waiter.
"And another glass of wine, if you please."
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He was fit, sure, but Draco wasn't in the mood for this right now. Still, sometimes it was about who you had to fuck to ensure good service, and it was bound to be pissing Lydia right the fuck off so Draco tolerated the other young man's wide eyes and the veritable puddle of drool at his feet.
"Shrimp scampi for me," Draco said with the kind of smile that had reduced stronger men than this bloke here to a puddle of 'may I suck you off?'. "And I'll have a glass of wine as well."
The waiter was so obvious it hurt. He was also rather inappropriately turned on when Draco had barely done anything, and it took a significant look before he scurried off with their order. Draco sighed and leaned back in his chair before smiling at Severus and Millicent ( ... )
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