Prompt: 36; Obvious
Word Count: 307
Character: Draco Malfoy
A/N: The plot, she thickens.
The Sneaky, Red-Headed Elephant in the Room
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Draco let his lips curve into a relaxed smirk as he soaked up the atmosphere of The Crooked Serpent, the nightclub he had chosen to unwind tonight. He was alone so far, but you never knew who might be show up to keep your company when you were the most sought after bachelor of your generation.
As if on cue, a redhead walked into the bar (and, Draco would reflect wryly, that most definitely was not the start to an entertaining joke) on the arm of a rather jaunty young wizard. The redhead Draco recognized immediately; the man, Draco was sure would be unrecognizable by the time he was through with him. Something inside of him coiled to strike as he watched Ginevra Weasley flirt openly (and charmingly, dammit!) with a bloke who was only too eager to reciprocate her advances.
The Firewhiskey began a slow burn from his mouth to his stomach as he reclined in the shadows of a secluded booth and watched them. Ginny certainly seemed to be having fun. As for the young man, well, Draco was sure the phrase 'calm before the storm' was invented for a reason.
It entered his head as he stared at her (and glared at him) that he had been the one to suggest the ridiculous idea of casual dating. At the time it had been the obvious answer to what was quickly escalating into a steady relationship, and Draco liked to nip such unwanted occurrences in the bud. What hadn't been obvious was the unadulterated venom that coursed through him now, making him want to eviscerate the man holding Ginny's arm with a few decisive strokes of his wand.
Oh, they'd have to have a talk regarding the finer aspects of their relationship, and neither of them was going anywhere until the details were crystal clear.
End Notes: I know, I know: Jasmine Dragon, Crooked Serpent – who am I trying to kid, right?
You. I'm trying to kid you.