The girl in a red dress walked in alone as if she’d done it a thousand times before. But Draco didn’t actually think she had - he had never once seen her in this pub - his pub. Her dress ended high on her thighs and left plenty of her chest exposed to the cool November air. Her eyes effortlessly scanned the building, possibly scouting her next victim - or maybe just where she was going to sit to spend her evening at the pub. 