"Is that so?" Draco mused. His tone implied that her little job offer was anything but secure if he chose to do something about it. "Are you sure you should turn down my generous offer so quickly?"
"Busy?" Draco asked. What did that mean? He regarded her for a moment. They were both such sticks in the mud and awkward at parties. Maybe they just weren't the disco types? "Well, I guess it's their loss then, yeah?"
Draco scoffed and waved his hand dismissively. He wasn't about to dignify her little quip with a response.
Rolling his eyes, Draco prepared himself for an hour long rant about the rights of House Elves and blah, blah, blah. Then she burst into giggles. He started at her, his mouth hanging open, for a moment before bursting into laughter himself.
It was fun...whatever this way.
"Come on then?" Draco offered. "Up ya go." He motioned for her to place her foot in his hand. "Peace offering for the years of slave labor of House Elves everywhere. They can have the night off."
Draco was drunk. There was no other reason he'd offer to rub a Mudblood's feet, right?