"Draco," a sly female voice spoke his name, "I would say I am surprised to find you here," she drawled apathetically, "But I'm not." Her tan slender figure was wrapped tightly in a full-length trench coat made of black dragon skin. She had the collar popped up around her neck so it covered her bare neck where her straight jaw-length black hair failed to. "Care to tell me what you're up to this time?" she peered with a bright green gaze around the corner of the stone building and saw the girl Draco's eyes were fixed on.
"Nothing, just following that girl, the one in the blue sweatshirt," his stone grey eyes trailed her every movement like a cat watching a bird from behind long grass. Draco was a tall seventh-year Slytherin boy with silky platinum hair and chiseled features on a lean, muscular body. It was unusual for him to behave this way for a girl considering he could have any girl he wanted.
"Merlin's beard, Draco," the green-eyed girl said with what was almost a tone of disgust in her voice, "If you fancy her so much just ask her out, don't stalk her." The girl they were watching was sitting on a bench on the other side of the street drawing designs in the snow with her sneakered feet. She was wearing light blue jeans and a dark blue hooded sweatshirt. Her long wavy chestnut hair matched her deep brown eyes as she glanced up and down the deserted street. She appeared to be waiting for something. "Who is she?" the other girl asked, trying to sound like she didn't really want to know.
"Her name is Rosemary," he answered in a sort of dazed dreamy way.
The girl's jaw went slightly slack before she sneered at him unkindly, "Rosemary? As in the herb, rosemary?" She gave a sort of unsympathetic chuckle, "I can't wait to see the look on Lucius' face when you stroll into his manor with that shoddy creature on your arm," her pouty lips formed a tiny smirk that accentuated the malice in her jealous eyes.
"I wouldn't bring her anywhere near father. I just want to play with her a bit, you know, have some fun," he smirked cruelly as he thought of the things he'd like to do to the poor unsuspecting girl.
"Whatever you want Draco. Just don't get too close," she muttered as she turned to leave, "You're father wouldn't approve."
Before she could take two steps he had grabbed her upper arm and swung her back around to face him, pinning her gently against the stone wall of the building, "If I were you I wouldn't worry that ever-scheming mind of yours, pet. You'll always be my favorite," he smirked at her.
"How dare you taunt me Draco Malfoy," she growled, careful to keep her temper cool, "You know very well that I don't seek your affections." She tried to yank her arm from his grip but his hands gave no room for her to struggle, pointless like a kitten trying to free herself from a chain.
"Is that all the fight you've got in you, Lestrange? C'mon, make your dead father proud," he whispered in her ear sadistically.
As if he had never made the last statement, she glanced over his shoulder suddenly and made a tsk sound, "Looks as if Parsley is on the move." He released her to glance around the corner of the building only to find that Rosemary hadn't moved from the bench and was now gazing skyward into the falling snow. When he turned back around he found her wand aimed steadily between his legs, slightly lifting the material at the crotch of his pants. "Sleight of mind will always be stronger than sleight of hand, Draco," she tucked her wand back into a pocket on the inside of her leather coat before walking away from him, "See you in school, Draco."
He was leaning against the wall, fuming over how he let her get the best of him, this time. It wouldn't happen again, "Take care, Flay." He watched the blackness of her coat be enveloped by the darkness of the alley, and with that, she was gone.