Blaise internally chanted for Draco to just have done with it there on the pool table, right here right now. He nearly groaned aloud when the two of them parted without anything other than a very intense look and some whispered words. Merlin, to be a fly on the wall when those two finally connected--guh. PLease.
Millie left that look uncertain, not knowing if she wanted to win or lose. She didn't think she'd read Draco wrong in this--he'd chosen the prize, after all, and the way he looked at her, she wasn't completely unfamiliar with that sort of look, especially these days. But this was the Draco Malfoy, a guy she'd always admired and was finding she did even more now than when they were in school. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once--a combination she'd been partial to for a long time.
She held her breath as Draco's shot nearly, nearly went in, barely hearing Blaise chanting "Will it, won't it," in the back ground. She came up behind Draco, tiptoed, whispered, "Nice try," right in his ear before brushing past him to take care of the remainder of the table. She didn't think she was good at flirting, but this give and take was something she definitely liked.
She sunk her last ball and managed a decent line up for the eight. She could flub it, she knew, and there was the temptation; but she'd dared him, and she couldn't do any less than her best at that. She let it fly, and the eight rolled in with a quiet clink. "I win," Millie said, looking up and smirking faintly, not entirely sure what she'd gotten herself into but looking forward to finding out.