A tall, lean man with shockingly pale hair entered the pub. She almost gasped as she watched him unwrap the heavy scarf he had around his neck. What was Malfoy doing there? Was he finally coming to tell her exactly why he kept following her? She'd almost forgotten her plan to go home with the Muggle. Only when her drunken eyes focused on the newcomer and he finished the removal of the scarf did she have the sinking realization that it wasn't Malfoy at all. Just some faceless stranger with the same color hair.