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[Draco Lucius Malfoy]

Draco had had a long day at work. He was used to getting an occasional crap from some of the people at work when he went on lunch break, but today had been worse because they had been in a meeting for three hours. For two hours and fifty nine minutes, three of his coworkers had been giving him death stares, another one had been trying to play footsie with him underneath the table, and the other two had just been...there. Draco had no problem with the last two, of course, it was the first four that made him want to strangle something. His overseer (well, boss, he supposed) had droned on and on for hours, talking about the advances of their work and this and that. Things that Draco had to mull over by himself, because being an Unspeakable meant that you couldn't disclose the details of your job to anyone. Draco was fairly certain that if you did you would be traced and sent to Azkaban or something, and that was certainly a place he didn't want to end up. He had already avoided it once - he didn't need another close brush with prison.

Once it had finally been time to leave, Draco didn't think it had been soon enough. He had practically rushed out of the Ministry, making the security guard look at him suspiciously, before he had apparated off to Diagon Alley. He needed firewhiskey, bloody hell. What Constance wouldn't know wouldn't kill her. She didn't need to know that he planned on downing an entire bottle by himself - once he bought it from that nice little shop just past the Daily Prophet, of course. He knew he could go to the Leaky Cauldron, but Draco thought their firewhiskey was cheap and common, two things he absolutely detested. Draco liked the expensive stuff, and he only knew of one place good enough for that. So, he was heading there now, trying not to think about the meeting that left him with another permanent scowl line on his face and a horrendous headache.

Draco ran a hand through his hair and walked into the shop, heading straight up to the counter. He saw the usual shopkeeper, who gave him a smirk of understanding. Thank Merlin that the other man didn't judge like the ruddy witches and wizards out there. Draco wasn't sure if he could take an overly smug shopkeeper who knew about his slight drinking problem. He strolled up to the counter, and didn't even have to ask before a bottle of firewhiskey was placed on the counter. Draco felt his mouth go dry as he fished out some galleons from his pocket and set them on the counter. The man looked him over briefly, and Draco saw a spark of regret linger in the man's eyes before he blinked and it was gone. Yeah, I regret this shit too, Draco thought as he snatched up the bag containing his firewhiskey and shrunk the bottle, stowing it away in his pocket for later consumption.

He turned and walked out of the shop, deciding to head back to the Prophet and then apparate away in an alley or something, just so people wouldn't stare at him excessively while he was trying to apparate and think he was being suspicious. Draco strolled off towards where he wanted to be, dodging several people along the way. Unfortunately, he happened to slam right in to someone. Draco's lip curled in a defensive snarl, but as he opened his mouth and realized who it was he was about to snap at, he paused. Daphne Greengrass. "My apologies, Daphne," Draco murmured, straightening slightly and clearing his throat. Thankfully, he hadn't knocked her over.

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[Daphne Beatrix Greengrass]

(I'm Not A Princess)

(This ain't a fairytale)

When Daphne was dismissed from work for the day she felt relief wash over, but not enough to put her out of her miserable mood. But then again Daphne didn’t do sadness or depression; she was more of a girl who was angry when upset. And right now if anyone said one wrong thing to her she would snap at them. Which was probably why everyone was avoiding her, because they could easily tell she was upset with the frustration written all over her face. She was ready to kill someone, figuratively of course. But let’s start from the beginning of the day.

Daphne was exhausted when she woke up that morning. Considering she spent most of the night before trying to perfect her interview from a few days ago. And it still wasn’t good enough. It was because her boss didn’t know what the bloody hell he was doing! Okay maybe that was an overreaction but he should’ve gave them someone more interesting to interview. Who would ever want to read an interview of some herbologist? If it was a famous one she would understand. But a new one who isn’t even known, now that is pathetic. It was basically some guy babbling on about how plants fascinated him. Now imagine trying to make something readable out of that? It was worse than watching grass die. So when Daphne got there and handed in the interview she got called into his office twenty minutes later to have a little chat about her mistakes.

Apparently it was her fault that it wasn’t interesting! Well there was no way to make it interesting unless she wanted to be as horrible as Rita Skeeter and make things up. She also got in trouble for not looking professional. Okay sweat pants and jeans were unprofessional. Her outfit was totally professional! And as for punishment for these two monstrous mistakes she had to rewrite the interview and make it more interesting. She wasn’t even allowed to have a lunch break till she was done! So there she was at her desk obviously annoyed so no one bothered her. She did sneak a snack as she did it but it wasn’t enough. She just wanted to go in and scream at her boss’s face but there was no way she was going to risk her job, no matter how much she was dreading it currently. It was still something she took pride in and loved. But one day she was going to have her own newspaper bigger than the Prophet and her boss will regret everything bad he had done to her. He will regret every mistake he ever made, she promised herself that.

Anyways back to the present. She stood up with the edited interview, which was still horrid, and went into her boss’s office and placed it on the desk and slammed the door behind her. Which was something she would probably regret later. She grabbed her bag and stormed out. Just looking at her anyone could tell she was angry, and she was obviously tired considering the small black circles under her eyes. All she wanted now was to take a nap and maybe never wake up. But maybe a firewhiskey would be just the same. She smiled as she caught glance of the perfect place to buy one up ahead. Now she wasn’t one to drink away her problems but right now she would do anything to forget her horrid day she has been having so far.

As she walked she felt someone bang into her. She briefly lost but regained her footing, but barely. “Do you mind watching were you are going!” she exclaimed rudely not looking until she glanced at him and saw Draco. “Oh, it’s you. Never mind.” She said as she brushed herself off. She heard him apologize, she didn’t know what came over her but she was still upset and had to take it out on something. “No, it’s my fault, because apparently every little thing in this place is my bloody fault!” she exclaimed as she glanced at the bottle in his hand which reminded her of her intentions. “Now if you excuse me I shall be indulging bucket loads of firewhiskey.” She said as she started to walk past him.

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[Draco Lucius Malfoy]

Apparently Draco wasn't the only one having a bad day. His eyebrow rose slightly as Daphne talked, snapping and grumbling. She certainly wasn't happy about something, but she did seem to like the looks of the bottle of firewhiskey he had set in his pocket. The cap was just poking out, but Draco made no move to try and hide it. He wasn't exactly sure what her problem was, but it piqued his curiosity significantly. What was her fault, exactly? Draco had a funny feeling it had something to do with her work, considering she had to be coming from inside the building. Draco blinked, a slight smirk twitching at the corners of his lips as a positively brilliant idea struck him. He had just bought a bottle of firewhiskey, they were both having apparently very shitty days, so why not drink together? Draco knew from personal experience drinking alone was never as fun as he'd first thought.

Draco took several lengthy strides and caught up to her, "You know, seeing as I already have the firewhiskey, I think we can both make this a lot easier and drink together." He slipped his hand down to her elbow, stopping her walk and making her turn towards him slightly. Draco inclined his head and quirked an eyebrow at her, "What do you say, Greengrass?" He hoped she'd agree, because it would be a marvelous way to kill some time and indulge in a spot of fun. Besides, Draco hadn't really talked to Daphne in quite a while, seeing as they both had been a bit preoccupied with their respective lives. Oh, and the slight fact that during the first few months after the war Draco had turned into a bit of an alcoholic recluse - but that was beside the point, of course. He wasn't focusing on that now, because at the moment he was focused on getting Daphne Greengrass to agree to drink with him.

"Come on, Greengrass. We both obviously had piss poor days at work, and what better way to get over that than a nice drink with friends?" Without giving her a chance to reply, he gave her a wicked smirk and then apparated them off to the Leaky Cauldron. Draco wrinkled his nose slightly as he maneuvered them to a table in the back, then pulled out a chair for her and waited for her to sit before he moved to his own. Draco pulled the firewhiskey from his pocket and set it between them, conjuring shot glasses in the next few moments. He hoped Daphne wouldn't kill him for practically kidnapping her and dragging her to the Leaky Cauldron, but Draco didn't particularly fancy going home, nor did he fancy getting himself pissed in the middle of the street.

Draco stretched his long legs out underneath the table and reclined a bit in the chair, studying her quietly for a few moments. She didn't look entirely different from what she had in school, but Draco supposed looks could always be deceiving. People had changed after the war, Draco knew...he just wasn't sure to what extent the war had changed Daphne Greengrass. He opened the bottle of firewhiskey and poured the shots, levitating hers over and setting it down gently so none of the liquor would spill. Draco lifted his own, inclined his head towards her, and then threw it back and swallowed, enjoying the familiar burn that accompanied the liquid and spread warmth throughout his veins. "So Greengrass, tell me...how's life been?" Might as well start somewhere, after all.

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[Daphne Beatrix Greengrass]

(I'm Not A Princess)

(This ain't a fairytale)

As Daphne walked she heard lengthy steps follow her until before she knew it the blonde boy was next to her. She listened to his proposal, it was a pretty good idea but… no way. When Daphne was going to drink she didn’t want to have a witness. Because if she had enough to get drunk she would either go on an angry rampage or start crying hysterically. She didn’t want to snap at Malfoy and yell at him to make his day worse than it was. But she also didn’t want to seem pathetic and weak against the boy out of embarrassment. So either way she wouldn’t win at all. But that firewhiskey he had was quite tempting. Also the fact she could drink most of it for free without wasting money really appealed to her. She felt him slip his hand down her elbow causing her to turn to face him. She got a good look at him, he had changed quite a bit from their school days but he was still recognizable to anyone who knew him during that time. She thought for a minute at his offer kind of hesitant to accept it.

After she remained silent for a minute weighing whether or not to go he once again tried to convince her. She smirked “Look at you, being so analytic. How could you even figure out that I had a horrid day?” she asked sarcasm dripping thick in her tone. It wasn’t in a rude way, in fact there was amusement mixed with still some anger in her eyes. When she heard the word friends she gave a humorless chuckle. “Oh yes friends who haven’t seen each other in more than two months.” She said as she shook her head still not giving him an answer. And before she knew it she felt herself being apparated. She looked around alarmed to find them in the Leaky Cauldron. Did he seriously just do that without an answer? Before having a chance to respond he led her to a table and pulled out a chair for her. She couldn’t help but smile as she shook her head amused at all this. She hated to admit it but maybe this was what she needed. He also had a pretty bad day it seemed so maybe they both needed someone to let off steam to who would listen.

She watched him as he took a seat and poured them some shots. “So is kidnapping people who are having bad days and getting them drunk your specialty now?” she asked him with a smirk as she got her drink levitated to her gently. Right upon receiving hers she picked it up and swallowed it all down in one gulp loving the burning sensation. She placed the glass on the table and levitated the firewhiskey towards her to pour herself more for another time. This would probably be in a few minutes from that moment depending on how this whole reunion between the two went.

Draco asked how she’s been. Oh this would be quite an interesting answer. “Well let’s see, I got my own apartment all to myself. I am working for the interview section on the Daily Prophet for a boss who has no idea what he is doing. Because I mean really he just sends me to interview some guy who is even more boring than grass dying and blames me for not being able to make it interesting. Maybe he should find someone interesting! Oh and then I get in trouble for not being dressed professionally. Well I think I am dressed pretty professional! And it’s not like I have an interview today so I have to dress professional…” she ranted getting a bit off track. She grabbed her already poured shot and drank it all down again trying to calm her nerves.

“You know what? You probably don’t want to hear my rant right now. In fact how about you talk and I listen while I drink all of the firewhiskey?” she suggested with a small smile. “So Malfoy, how’s life been treating you?” she asked as she played around with her empty glass in her hands.

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[Draco Lucius Malfoy]

Oh, classy Slytherin satire. Draco loved it. He smirked slightly, downing a shot of alcohol. Running into Daphne was much better than running into someone like Potter or Longbottom, that was for sure. Draco had no problems conversing with Daphne - or at least, so he figured. He poured a bit more of the Firewhiskey for himself, making sure not to pour too much nor too little, then fixed her with an even gaze. His eyebrow rose and the hint of a smirk widened to something more prominent. "Well, you're practically exuding pissed off vibes, and you looked like Pansy did the day Goyle tripped over her bag in fifth year and tore it after his head landed in her lap." He knew she had probably meant for her statement to be a rhetoric one, but why miss an ample opportunity? Exactly - he shouldn't.

"Kidnapping people isn't exactly one of my favorites, no. Drinking - yes. I've been told I have drinking problem, but I just don't see it." Draco downed another shot. Of course he didn't see it. What was there to see? He had no drinking problem. Constance and his mother were simply being foolish, that was all. Ha! Drinking problem - what rubbish. Draco Malfoy didn't have problems like that, those types of problems were for commoners and alcoholics. Draco would like to point out that he was neither. He lightly trailed his finger along the rim of the shot glass. At least...he didn't think he had those types of problems. Sort of. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, but then he shook himself and glanced back at Daphne. He could focus on his supposed drinking problem later.

His eyebrow arched curiously as she went on her little tirade about work. That sounded a bit maddening, Draco had to admit. He nudged the bottle towards her with the tips of his fingers, then resumed trailing his index finger along the rim of the glass. "I thought owning your own apartment would generally be considered a good thing," Draco murmured, tilting his head slightly. The other things, however - he certainly understood why they would be aggravating. They certainly sounded aggravating enough. "What made you decide to work for the Prophet, anyway? Load of tosspots, so I've heard." Actually, Draco had never really paid much attention to the type of people who worked with the Daily Prophet. To be frank, he didn't really give a damn. He barely read the paper anymore, because half the time it seemed to be about Mr. I-Saved-The-Wizarding-World and his Witless Wonder Sidekicks. Draco had no desire to read about that, so he barely bothered most times.

"No deal, Daph," Draco said, drawing the battle back towards himself. He shot her a smirk, then poured a bit more. "It keeps me going, you know." Draco winked, then downed another shot and sighed. "Hmm...you just asked a Malfoy how life was treating him. Do tell me what's wrong with that sentence," Draco drawled, giving her a pointed look. How did she think life was for him? Simple answer? Not very good. Hell, Draco didn't expect much of life anymore. It hadn't really been good for him ever since his fifth year had ended and his father had gotten himself landed in Azkaban. Sometimes (mostly when he drank to much) Draco even convinced himself that the Dark Mark was searing on his flesh, that his supposed Master was calling him, summoning him to murder and torture again...unless he wanted to be tortured himself. Draco swallowed heavily, his gaze snapping back to the faithful Firewhiskey sitting harmlessly on the table.

Sometimes, he was able to control his desire to drink. Other times, he wasn't. It was plain and simple. Draco had a weakness, and it was Firewhiskey. "You know, Greengrass, you're making me think I should've bought two bottles this afternoon instead of one." Draco turned his full attention back towards her, trying to distract himself from the drink. Not now. He couldn't have her thinking he was some slobbish drunk like Constance did. That just wouldn't do at all.

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