Prompt: Drinks.

Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Hannah Abbott
Rating: T

So, this has probably been done a thousand times but this is the first thing I thought of after reading the prompt. I'm sorry the characters are probably a bit OOC (especially Draco), but this is in the future and well, they do say marriage changes people. Right?

"Another shot please, Hannah." Requested the brunette at the bar. There was no time to throw out an insult or snide remark to her former classmate. She was obviously drinking to get drunk. Hannah didn't want to give the woman another shot of the chocolate liquor; she had almost drunk a whole bottle within in the two hours she'd been there. But she didn't argue. Instead, she poured her another drink.

"What are you trying to escape?" Hannah asked, curiously. She knew it was none of her business, but people usually told their story while they're drunk. A lot of the time, the stories were interesting. Plus, it kept the blonde company while her husband was busy grading papers upstairs.

The brunette opened her mouth to answer but before she could, the doors to the pub flung open. In walked a man with pale skin and platinum blonde hair. His grey eyes glared at the people in the pub, obviously thinking he was better than them. He took a seat next to the brunette, not even acknowledging her existence. "Barkeep!" He demanded. "A shot of your finest whiskey." He said, snapping his fingers. With a sigh, Hannah obliged. She was never going to get to hear the story.

The brunette was finishing up her shot of liquor when she heard the voice from the man next to her. A faint smile appeared on her pale face but it quickly faded. Her large chocolate eyes glanced over and noticed the shiny silver ring with an emerald encased in it, a wedding ring. "Congratulations." She drawled, not making eye contact with the man.

He looked down at his hand and nodded. "Thank you. I just got married two weeks ago." He said. As Hannah brought his drink, he took a large sip.

"Ah." The brunette replied. "Hannah, another shot please." She requested before turning her attention back to the man. "I bet it was a nice ceremony. But what brings a newly married man to be drinking at a pub instead of being at home with his new bride?" She questioned.

"Seems sort of strange, doesn't it?" The blonde replied. For the first time, he looked over at the woman next to him. Long brunette curls reached her shoulders, complete with porcelain skin and wide brown eyes. But something set her apart from other girls, a small, upturned nose. A pug pose. "Pansy?" He asked, his eyes growing wide. "I have no clue it was you."

"I know, Draco." She replied, snatching the drink from Hannah. "But, it doesn't matter if it's me or not, I'm curious about why you're here."

"The last time I heard anything about you, you were dating Zabini." He said, still avoiding the question.

"Yeah, well, you know how things go. They just never work out." She scoffed, taking a small sip from her drink. "Zabini realized he wanted to be with Daphne. Now he's soon to be your brother-in-law, or so I'm told." She said in a cold tone.

"Ah. That doesn't surprise me. He always was crazy about her." Draco nodded, drinking more from his drink. "I'm sorry things didn't work out between you two." He said with a shrug. He really wasn't sorry, but wasn't that what he was supposed to say in a case like this?

"I'm not. He wasn't that good in bed." Pansy responded, laughing for the first time that night. Draco laughed with her.

"I don't think the married life is for me." He said after a pause of silence. He finally got around to answering her question. "I mean, I just can't enjoy it. I feel so…tied down." He said, taking another drink.

"Isn't that the point of marriage?" She responded. "You're supposed to be tied down to a certain person. Besides, it takes longer than two weeks to realize you don't like it." She laughed, finishing off her drink with a hiccup. "You need time to get used to it."

"Pansy, how many drinks have you had this evening?" Draco asked. "And I do suppose it takes time. But I knew this while we were engaged. I just, my mother is getting so old and so is father, I didn't want to disappoint them." He said softly.

"I've had enough." Pansy laughed, before requesting yet another shot. "I'll be done when I can't walk." She said. "Besides, I'm twenty four. I'm old enough to drink however much I want." She said, attempting to sit up straight. "I know how you feel. Mother keeps pestering me for grandchildren and when I tell her that doesn't look like it's going to happen, she gets angry." She said, shaking her head. "Isn't our lives grand? When we were younger, we had it all figured out. But as of lately, things have been flipped upside down it seems." She said, taking another drink.

"You got that right." Draco replied, gulping down the rest of his whiskey. His grey eyes fell onto the brunette and let out a sigh. She was never good as holding her whiskey. They used to be best friends, if not more. They hadn't spoken in years, not since they were sixteen. But he still didn't want anything to happen to her. If it's one thing Draco was, it was loyal to the people who meant the most to him. "Pansy, please let me help you home." He said, standing up.

"I'll be fine." She said, standing up. She hadn't realized how drunk she was until she stood up and almost fell on her bottom. Thankfully, Draco caught her.

"I won't have any buts about it. Can you apparate us there, or do I need to rent you a room?" He asked, hoping the brunette actually remembered where she lived.

"I can get us there." She snapped. Her arm wrapped around his and soon enough, they appeared outside of a small house, which seemed to outside of Wiltshire. He had no clue she seemed to live so close. It was surprising how close she lived to him yet how little they saw each other.

"C'mon in." She said, fumbling with her keys to open the front door.

Reviews would be great. I really want to continue this!