Gamble away my sanity? How much left do I have? Draco wanted to replied melodramatically. But he didn't, he remained silent and only looked at his ex-girlfriend grimly. The bartender cleared his throat uncomfortably and went back to the kitchen to check on Parvati's meal.
"My Freya..." Draco echoed, remembering the silvery blonde witch he used to date. "We," for some strange reason, he smiled a little, "broke up." Maybe he smiled because it was such an easy break up. After all the depth and torment he and Parvati suffered together, it was strangely laughable at how meaningless and light his relationship with Freya had been. "She saw me today though, in passing when I was at the Ministry." Draco's other ex-girlfriend had merely squeezed his arm, nodded at him in a consoling sort of way, and continued walking. Being a man, Draco didn't realize that Parvati might want to know more about Freya, how their relationship was, or how they broke up. He took another sip of his drink, instead.
As Parvati said that she wished him happiness, he felt a tightness in his chest. He didn't like the feeling, it was so unfamiliar. He didn't know how to handle it.
"Whatever," he said lamely, trying to push her away again. "You don't have to be so good, Parvati. It's stupid if you want that for me. You should save your energy for your new boyfriend." Draco sounded accusatory.