Draco / Pansy
Several years ago the Malfoys would have been sitting with the Minister of Magic. Now, Draco found himself occupying a table on the outskirts of the evening. Paying for four tickets had cost him far more than he was happy with, but Draco would not deprive his mother of her place in society. He could always sell a bit more of the estate if need be. Lucius and Narcissa mingled with guests and prattled away like nothing had ever happened. He hated them for it. He hated his father for the position he'd put the entire family in.
The one shining moment of his evening was Pansy. Pansy, the only friend he had these days, graciously agreed to accompany him. He knew that she deserved far better than him these days, but she was loyal enough that she never pointed it out. Draco appreciated that. Many people thought he'd gone soft following the war. Other heirs complained about their new lots in life, but Draco quietly worked and chipped away at his family's mountain of debt.
He would be a success again one day, but this time it would be on his own terms. Shaking his head, Draco pulled his gaze away from his father and focused his cool eyes on Pansy. "Dance with me," he said quietly.