"I'll keep that in mind," she said, not wanting to take him up on his offer but not wanting to sour their conversation either. She smiled at him and sipped drink. Her head was swimming slightly again at the way he smelled. Had he always smelled that good?
"A muggle born at a slyrherin party? I'm sure I wouldn't have been invited," she said with a Rye and knowing smile. "Can't quite picture myself there, seeing as how your original head of House felt about my kind."
He seem to know what he was doing and began expertly working his long fingers over her small elegant foot. She groaned in satisfaction and laid-back further into the cushions of the loveseat they were occupying. "Merlins pants that feels amazing, who would've thought Draco Malfoy massaging my feet."
She caught his eyes lingering on all the bearskin of her tanned legs. The alcohol made her brave, " see anything you like their Malfoy?"