Draco paced and, after a very short debate with himself, lit another cigarette. He paced and smoked, unsure. He wanted to see more of her. It wasn’t just the tiny shorts or the fantastic tits; it was  the Grangerness  of it all. She’d always been one of the few people in the world who had some natural instinct for getting under his skin and past his defenses. And that had always terrified him.  Why now?  He wondered. Why this night, when he happens to meander into the same bar as her after three years of silence? 