The flinch he drew from Millicent amused Draco. It was pretty clear she got the implication of his subtle dig. Good. Smiling at her, he pretended not to notice. “Well, that is good to hear. Hopefully your family will be able to attend my family’s ball next year. You’ll find the House Elves just as talented, I suspect.”
Leaning back against the bench, Draco crossed his legs at the ankles. “Ah yes,” Draco mused. “I think I heard something about that.” He hinted that he knew what Millicent’s father had been up to. He always did his best to put forth that he knew about what those loyal to the Dark Lord were up to but was always rather short on the details.
“Good to know he was able to make it back early, I would have suspected it would have taken longer,” Draco mused mysteriously.
Looking at Millicent, he had to admit that she had come a long way since even third or fourth year. Her hair was pin straight and neat, she was still a bit of a pudge but not nearly so much as she was. No, Millicent wasn’t that bad looking. At all…