Draco frowned and his brow furrowed in annoyance. What was Millicent’s problem? He paused for a long time before answering. “What I feel or don’t feel about her doesn’t matter behind closed doors when she isn’t there,” Draco said with great resolve. His father had taught him what it meant to be a Pureblood Wizard and what to do and not to do.
Reaching down, Draco toyed with one of the hems running down her legs. He smirked at her as he waited to see if she would push his hand away again.