“Perhaps? Perhaps?” Draco repeated with a sly smile. “Millicent, I am not at all used to people not accepting my invitations. Perhaps,” he began with as his smile became a smirk, “you might want to reconsider your answer.”
Draco nodded sagely. In truth, he really didn’t know much of anything about the Dark Lord and his plans and those of his followers. It was vexing because he was dying to know. But, he was able to piece together enough here and there by spying on his father and those who came by the house to sound like he really knew some things. “I am sure,” he responded mysteriously.
“That is wonderful,” Draco responded. His tone wasn’t snide but it had turned a little icy. Annoyed that someone was showing Millicent attention, he was even less happy that it was someone who was older and had graduated from Hogwarts.
“And what Miles and you do?” he inquired. The idea that someone might have noticed Millicent and done something about it before he’d done so. Not that he would, necessarily, there was Pansy to think about. But, something about it irked him a way he had trouble pinpointing…