Who: Draco and Harry What: Drunken fights and kisses Where: A bar, how pedestrian. When: Ummm, evening? Rating: PG13? Open? Nope! Sorries!
Draco sat at one of the high tables in one of the darker corner, not quite slumped, mostly because he was taught never to slump. But anyone who knew him would be able to tell that he was properly dejected, sipping on some sort of amber liquid, on his way to getting well and sloshed. He hated this horrible little town, he had been happy at first, he had a lover and was enjoying school. Now things had taken a turn for the depressed, and we was ready to wallow in the little dive he was currently sitting in.