Draco rubbed his thumbs across his rings and avoided looking at Pansy's eyes. While there had been a good deal of his trials that had made it into the paper and radio news, there was a great deal more that hadn't. Some of that included the specifics of a few of his crimes. Things like, oh, putting a local bartender under the Imperius and keeping her there for several months. Draco cleared his throat again and stepped closer to Pansy. He'd already made it damned obvious that there was something up. The next step was damage control. "I'll take you anywhere you like, Pansy. Just not the Broomsticks. Pick any other place you want. Hell, anywhere in England and we'll go there right now. Not the Broomsticks."
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