Draco smirked. “Witches are crafty. I wouldn’t put it past you, Millie, you strike me as the crafty type,” he complimented her. Draco’s gaze wandered her body evaluating her and her robe. “Perhaps I should make sure. Just to be safe?” he suggested. “Being a prefect, it is my responsibility.
Why was he pressing so hard? He had Pansy and she was a great girlfriend. Why chase after Millicent?
The draw was unmistakable but elusive to understanding.
“They say that women are far more intuitive than men. You tell me,” Draco replied coyly.