Draco & OPEN
Draco had actually forgotten about the 'party', for want of a better word, until he came through the pub on the way home late that evening, by which time it was already in what clearly passed for full swing. He was about to put his head down and run through, but slowed down as he passed the bar. Maybe Goyle would be there, or Blaise, or one of the girls. It had been so long since he'd even talked to anyone.
He didn't want to talk to them. He didn't want to be the freak without magic. Who had once been, at least by some of them, marginally respected. It was too pathetic.
Except he also didn't want to go back to his foul-smelling apartment and spend another night alone. One drink couldn't hurt right? So long as he didn't run into any Gryffindors it might not be too unbearable. Half the people in this room probably wouldn't recognise him, with his hair grown long over his ears and stubble regrown since he'd left the hospital. Not to mention the Muggle clothes that let him blend into London.
He grumbled an order to Tom and found an out of the way seat with his back to the wall.