It was Sunday morning (or more like noon) and the shop was closed. Draco took the opportunity to go to the club, even though he had promised Violet to spend time with her. He wanted to make sure that everything was ready for his extended leave.
When he walked in, he heard noises. It was too early for anyone to be here, and even though there were enough wards to guarantee that no one could get in, that didn't mean that people couldn't find a way given the right motivation. Draco pulled out his wand. He was perfectly all right with the idea of casting more than a few hexes before the intruder even knew that he was there.
He walked to the source of the noise and huffed when he saw a very familiar red head. "You know pretty soon I'll have to start charging room and board. Your salary might not be enough; my... is that whiskey? Yes, my whiskey is pretty expensive. What the hell are you doing? Gryffindors," he murmured as he took the glass from Ron's head.
"I don't know what in bloody hell is going on, and that pains me to say it, however, I need you to be... sober would be a nice start, so get over whatever has happened, and start thinking. You'll be in charge of everything for the next few weeks. I'd like this place not to turn into the Three Broomsticks while I'm gone."