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Chapter 2
"Wrapped So Pretty"
Portnahaven, Scotland
Seated in a dimly lit dine-in nook of a busy pub were three quidditch players who were biting their time before heading to the courtyards. All of them nodding at once to the conversation they were having...
With nearly two hours remaining before the game tonight they dropped into their favorite local pub for a quick meal and a few drinks. This particular pub was their usual spot. Decors of their team, the Falmouth Falcons plaster nearly every piece of it on one side of the wall. With their teams bold displays of silver and gray. Zabini, one of the team's beaters signaled for the waitress Esa so that they could put in their orders.
"He's going to be twenty-four, so we want to keep the lid on this one mates. We have to make it extra special." Zabini continued the conversation with the guys in secret until the waitress arrived.
Their discussion wasn't necessarily top secret or anything, but they really wanted to keep a lid on it for now. The topic of discussion was Draco's up coming birthday. Everyone who knew anything about their Quidditch team knew that Draco was the star of the team and the best damn seeker the Falcons had seen since Basil Horton. But lately his attitude had been down right nasty and generally impossible to get along with ever since the season started.
The sassy little waitress stood waiting to be noticed and crossed her arms as she sat on the table wearing a firm-fitting white tank top bearing the Falcons emblem upon her busty round chest. The tanky was a part of her hostess uniform for the game tonight. It didn't seem demanding to the three guys to change the subject of the hour with their usual waitress now at the table. So she listened in on their plans.
"So ye think if ye get him snagged then e'll ease up on ye?" she said after a few more inquiries about the topic they were circulating.
"Hell if someone doesn't do something soon. I'm not taking much more of his bull! He's been a royal git lately. No one can stand to be around him." Zabini fumed openly and bit into a chip.
"He's started a fight with two of the beaters from Puddlemere in the last match. Nearly cost us the whole bloody season, 'e knows that's the Minister's favorite boy. Gone and lost his marble's I tell ye" added Pulanski. Pulanski was one of the Falcon's chaser's.
"From what I 'ear you three ar' wasting yer time. Zat Draco has more women z'an 'e can shake off in one sittin." the young witch replied and pulled out her wand and order pad.
"Yeah but here's the thing, he ain't using them, any of them!" Broadmoor corrected her. Broadmoor, had joined the team 3 years ago and was the beater for the Falmouth Falcons and better known as Tupper by his team mates. "My wife knows everyone and knows all the latest gossip."
Pulanski nodded in agreement. "Ye mean she starts all the gossip don'cha?"
"Shut up Pulanski. Far as anyone knows, he hasn't wet the willful-one since he broke up with Pansy, and that was last February.
"Ye jisten" said Esa her eyes wide now with a whole new excitement as she find a black sheet on her pad.
"You mean this past February? Its June now, he and Parkinson broke things off this February." Zabini hadn't been keeping track but he was sure Tupper's facts were incorrect.
"Nope, I mean last February." Tupper confirmed it again.
"Woooh!" all four moaned in unison.
"It's unnatural for a wizard to go on like that. I read once in one of those fancy dohickey like books. That if a fella holds it in for too long, his feller's will build up with so much conflumbled magic and what have ye'; that it'll just pop!" Pulanski snapped his finger in midair "instant nutters!"
"You don't say?" ask Tupper listening intently and popped another salty tortilla chip into his mouth.
Zabini shook his head at them both. "Did I ever tell you two you're both idiots? The trouble with Draco is, he's to damn choosy, if they're not a self-righteous pureblooded breed witch with a confirmed lineage by the ministry he looks right past her."
Pansy Parkinson had been Draco's longtime steady girlfriend for as far back as anyone could remember. However, things lately had gone drastically astray between them, as Pansy would often go on a sabbatical from time-to-time after a quarrel. The last time she popped back into his life everyone assumed she was there to stay, and that things were really looking up for them until a year later, when she grown tired of waiting for a proposal that was never going to come from Draco. Within a year of returning, she was off again, only this time with the new twenty-three-year-old intern from his father's ministry department. Ever since then Draco had only been concentrating on work, recruitment, newcomers trying out and training the new lineups.
He'd date a different witch every few weeks or so to satisfy the public eye or a journalist's curiosity from The Daily Prophet.
At first his ability for picking up available witches suggested he had put his girlfriend woes behind him. Meanwhile, there were a load of angry and disappointed women started pike up and swaping pitfall tales.
Most witches began to realize that Malfoy had a knack of dumping everyone of them just before anything would get too serious. And for Draco receiving a midday owl about their romp in the sack the night before, while he was on the field for practice was too serious!
Not one of them actually held the glorious title of resting the blonde dragon between her legs longterm, and this lead to a inside game that became known among the girls as "Pin the Tail on the Dragon." Many of them had been flat out rejected at least a dozen times or more after rumor of their silly game had gotten back to Draco. His aloof refusal to be snagged by any witch made him public enemy number one in the book of most eligible bachelorettes and groupies that followed quidditch stars like muggles to a rock band.
"What we need is someone that has nothing in common with the Parkinson. I mean -nothing! That means no family ties, looks, shape, no favoring constituents and she can't be anything like these falcon flockies. No more than the normal sport stuff."
"nor 'ave à bitchy ar-t-tude!" added Esa the waitress. Who personally despised Pansy Parkinson and was happy when she skipped town.
"Sure. Right…! But she has to be seriously pretty." whispered Zabini, still wanting to keep the plan on the low and just between them.
"Yes! but classy!"
"Not too classy though, he doesn't seem to get too excited about those high sophisticated sorts that his mother shows up with." said Tupper, interjecting with that bit of insight as he grabbed his mug of sulfide ale and another fresh chip.
"Sort of dignified type you know, like one of those sorority types." Zabini added.
Zabini felt he knew Draco better than any of them. Draco, underneath all that blonde and bad attitude was a thinker and if a witch was dull and couldn't hold a five minute intelligent conversation on something other than his team number or the next game mid shows, then he'd just cast her into the heap pile of rejects, and deadend one-time daters.
Like Esa, most of the witches that flocked in their inner circle were all of the same quota. Smoking hot, definitely not big on world topics and with little to no thought about it. Most Were easy lays and eager to please quidditch jocks. Sure hoards of them were drop dead gorgeous but nothing like the witch they needed.
The waitress standing in front of them, was an absolute babe! Curvy, but not known for her wits. Therefore, she was out of the question; especially since Tupper and Pulanski each had a piece of her on the same night.
"I'm stumped!" said one of the guys as he polished off the last of his ale.
"Yea I 'aven't got a clue. Problem is, not many brainy sorority types hang around 'ere long." said Esa.
"Yea that's what I was thinking so we might have to use a scarlet." replied Zabini.
"A 'ooker?" asked Esa.
Zabini's suggestion came as a flatout shock, but she did know some hookers, none of them would be their idea of classy or brainy. Esa, ran with a group of hard-drinking, party-crashing witches, whose single goal in life for the moment was to sleep with as many quidditch stars as they could while you were young and certainly before your tits dropped and you had to settle. But pretending to be a scarlet was out of the question, and most would draw the line at the offer.
Draco would be a winning catch that's for sure, because he wasn't an easy catch at all. Its was kinda like collecting those wizarding cards from the candy shops. You don't need for them to stick around, but it was sure fun when you got your hands on the rarest of them.
While she was steering through her thoughts of available street hags she actually knew in the business, she hadn't noticed all three men were looking directly at her now.
"Vhat?" she asked suddenly and tried to not get too excited with so much masculinity examining her all at once.
"What we were thinking Esa, was that you could use your connections and maybe find us the perfect hook...witch...I mean woman!" suggested Tupper softly. "Draco's birthday is coming up in four days, and we've got to have a perfect witch or suitable hooker for him by then."
"Vhat's in it for me?" Esa asked with grimacing look because this simply sounded like more work for her. And since the other two wizards last seasons sports cloak were already hanging in her closet as a keepsake. They had to make her offer sweeter than the usual trade off VIP for the after parties.
Zabini, leaned back in his chair and spoke seductively with a smirkish grin he'd picked up from too many years of being Draco's best wing man.
"You got a er...particular number you're interested in adding to your collection Esa?" Zabini asked her playfully.
She didn't need to think about that one. Truthfully, she'd rather jump Draco herself than find him another witch. But there was also the new recruit, a Bulgarian guy named Petur. The team added him during this season's draft. He was so fucking ripped and hot that he made her clitty purr when he walked past her bar during her shifts. But on the other hand Zabini was a particular number she'd not gotten around to landing yet and it wasn't from a lack of not trying.
"As a matter of fact I do." she returned his grin.
The other two men groaned because they knew what was coming as she took Zabini's bait.
"If I can produce the perfect 'ooker for 'is birthday, then you 'ar mine number twelve."
"Esa, you know I have a girl —"
"—Zhat's yor problem." she broke into his statement with her sexiest smile of perfect whites.
Zabini was solid, aggressive, darkly handsome and sublimely talented on his broom. He alone with Draco had been personally handpicked from Hogwarts by the eldest team stars of the Falcons at their draft. The two friends came in as a smashing duo pack and took over the starring positions their first season. Zabini stepped up as second leading captain when the games got brutal and he had mastered every position on the team including Draco's seeker spot after Draco had gone missing post his breakup/breakdown after Pansy.
The guys grumbled reluctantly but finally agreed to hand their friend Zabini over the night of Draco's bachelor's bash if Esa did her part and came through with their award winning hooker within four days.