Draco was normally a scotch man. It was a good drink to brood over, a drink that clarified murky thoughts about a business transaction or his family. It was a drink that kept him grounded after a successful merger, and one that took the edge off of a long day.
But after proposing to Parvati, scotch wouldn't do. The champagne that was being passed around seemed much more appropriate. To Draco, his secret fiancee's laughter was carbonated holiness, and the bubbly wine was really the only thing he was willing to pair that joyfulness with.
"How do you feel about Parvati Patil's recent broken engagement?" a wizard asked him, puffing away at a cigar and trying to evaluate the blonde's face. "You should probably express your condolences publicly, so that you can present yourself as a gracious gentleman."
"You think that'd be a wise idea?" Draco asked, eying Parvati's lower lip distractedly. "It wouldn't be better to leave her alone?" he added with false innocence.
"No, you want to present yourself as magnanimous, with good intentions."
Smiling to himself, Draco took another sip of champagne and tilted his head arrogantly. As humbled as he was from having lost Parvati, and as grateful as he was to have her back, Draco Malfoy was still Draco Malfoy, and he felt like king of the world.