That was one of the small things that marked Draco out from the sea of others; little gestures such as recalling her favourite tipple and taking control by ordering it was a sign of class that Pansy knew couldn’t be taught. And one she enjoyed taking advantage of, his manners and way of treating her a balm to the slight ripple of indignation at the sudden turn of her own world. Draco hadn’t walked away, he knew the world was far more than simple black and white and good and bad. There were dynamics, factions that golden Gryffindors couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
“Am I?” A slight smirk tugging up her lips as she leaned back against the wooden chair. A far cry from the plush upholstery she was used to and by the end of the evening more than certainly the cause of a numb bum. Still. The company far outweighed the squalor of their surroundings. “You are so sure of yourself darling.” Eyebrow raised, head cocked and open mirth flitting across features she usually schooled into smug disdain. “Work must be going well.”
An interesting subject; his job. Unexpected but it suited him. Draco was smart, focused and driven. Qualities she’d once craved for her own but that was another life. “Needless to say she was very vocal in her quotation of that article and made reference to our time at Hogwarts. Did you know we were legends, darling?”