Theo simply winked and began filling She-Weasel and Hermione in on what they missed, with Blaise smoothly taking over the conversation, leaving Draco to plot and plan and hope. His hand slowly shifted to land on her thigh. The thighs he wanted to be smothered by. They were perfect, his whole hand covered one and his thumb ended up on the inner soft part. And he began drawing circles, not acknowledging her in any way, sipping his drink and pretending to be involved in the conversation. 