Okay, here's chapter 2. Draco makes his appearance and people smirk. a lot.

Enjoy!



"So that's two jack and cokes, one with no ice and a long island, I'll bring those out right away,"

Draco Malfoy gritted his teeth. He hated having to be so 'hi, how ya doin'?' all the time. He practically threw the drink order at David, the bar tender.

"Easy there Blondie," David said as he began mixing the drinks.

"Sod off," Draco said leaning on the bar, "Tables full of men out there and not a decent one in the bunch."

"If your lookin' for love you came to the wrong place," David smirked.

"I'd settle for a decent lay," Draco took to quick sip of rum before picking up his tray.

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"Oh for Pete's sake Ron," Katherine said, "You act as if I'm putting you through Chinese water torture instead of taking you out."

"Hm, maybe if I wasn't sure this is some attempt to 'get me some'," Ron said as they sat down, "I am perfectly happy on my own."

"Sure sure, perfectly happy, right," Katherine rolled her eyes.

"Maybe I don't base my opinion of myself on my relationships, unlike some people," Ron said.

"Your starting to sound like my therapist," Katherine said, "At least the waiters are cute here."

"If not exactly your type," Ron remarked.

"See what a good friend I am, I came to an all male bar just for you," Katherine laughed, "And don't look now, but here comes a winner."

"Hi, my name's Draco, what can I…"

"Malfoy!" Ron's eyes went wide.

"Yeah, and your… holy shit, Weasly," Draco had that same smirk on his face he had all through school.

"You two know each other?" Katherine asked.

"Oh, were old friends," Draco answered.

"Really? Well actually, I have to go the bathroom, bring me a vodka and orange juice," Katherine winked at Ron. Ron groaned.

"Ron Weasly," Draco said after she left, "Last person I expected to see tonight."

"Yeah, never thought you'd be working here, what happened to the whole "evil death eater" thing?" Ron smirked, "Couldn't cut it?"

"Evil? Yes. Working at anything related to my father? No bloody way," Draco sat down in the chair next to Ron.

"What happened there?" Ron asked.

"Oh, he just sort of kicked me out when I was 18 after he caught me snogging some boy in the kitchen," Draco said slightly bemused. Ron looked visibly shocked by that statement.

"Oh Weasly, you thought you and Potter were the only two swinging that way," Draco said, "By the way, you still with him?"

"No, that ended almost a year and half ago," Ron tried to sound casual.

"And let me guess, you ran off to New York to escape the heartache," Draco said.

"Hardly, we were just TO much alike, not a good match," Ron said, "He's with Dean Thomas now actually, almost six months."

"You don't say, well then, what DOES bring you here?" Draco asked.

"Work. I'm a teacher," Ron answered, "Teaching History of Magic."

"Teacher, last thing I'd expect of you Weasly, thought you'd be some boring Ministry type like your father," Draco said, "Oh speaking of which, I heard he was promoted."

"Yeah, head of the entire Department of Muggle Relations," Ron said.

"So, where are you a teacher, East Coast Wizarding Academy?"

"No, um, New York Public School of Magic," Ron sounded sheepish.

"Christ Weasly, you going for Sainthood?" Draco sounded surprised.

"Thought it be a good experience,"

"Is it?"

Ron shrugged.

"So, what about you? Any reason you're here serving drinks?" Ron asked.

"Aspiring actor," Draco answered.

"You're kidding me?" Ron was surprised.

"Not at all," Draco said, "As if my father wasn't ashamed of me enough, now his gay son has dreams of broadway." Draco tried to sound light, but it came out slightly bitter.

"Malfoy! Pick up guys on your own time!" A voice called out.

"Hm, Satin calls, see ya Weasly,"

"See ya," Ron said, just as Katherine rejoined the table.

"So," she started, "Details."

"Please Katherine," Ron said, "Draco was my mortal enemy all through school, I can't began to tell you all the insults he threw at me."

"Seems all right now," Katherine shrugged.

"I guess,"

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"Who was that guy?" David asked, "The red head."

"Him? Oh, some guy I went to Hogwarts with," Draco sat counting his tips.

"Seemed like he'd be a decent lay," David mused.

"Weasly?" Draco shook his head, "I don't think so."

"Why not?" David asked.

"I, um, just no,"

David smirked and began cleaning the bar.