It was over. The wizarding war was finally over. No more Voldemort. No more Harry Potter. No more Death Eaters. No more suffering. No more Harry Potter.

These thoughts drifted in and out of Draco Malfoy's mind. Although the war had been over for three years and everyone had gotten back to their old, happy lives, Draco couldn't forget.

He had no one left in his life that he truly cared for. No parents, no friends, no one. Sure Pansy Parkinson was good for a snog every once in a while, but he could care less about her well-being.

No more Harry Potter. Although he wanted him dead, he could not believe that he actually was gone.

Draco walked into a pub called The Green Giant. He ordered his usual, a grey goose martini.

"Hey stranger." said a familiar voice.

Draco looked up and saw a tall, skinny blonde. She has long, wavy hair and piercing cat-like green eyes. She was highly attractive and had a killer tan, not like Draco had ever seen before. She was wearing a slinky black dress. She was… sexy. She took a seat next to Draco.

"Um. Hello, I'm Draco." he replied.

"I know. You were my prefect a few years ago. I'm Jasmine Wheaton."

"Oh yeah. You just left Hogwarts, didn't you?"

She nodded. "Yes. I just got a job designing dress robes for Esmeralda's."

"Wow. I'm still searching for what I want to do."

"Ah. I've always known what I've wanted to do. So, do you miss being a Slytherin?"

"Not so much."

"I didn't reckon you would. I do. But, maybe I'm weird."

He smiled as the bartender gave him his drink and asked for Jasmine's order.

"I'll take a white wine." she said. She looked at Draco and said, "So, do you have a job?"

"No. I'm just living off my inheritance."

"Oh. So your parents did die."

He looked down.

Jasmine glanced at him. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. They deserved it. They got what they had coming to them."

They sat in silence for a few minutes. The bartender came by with their tabs. Draco reached Jasmine's before she could grab it.

"It's on me." he said with a mischievous smile. "It's not everyday I get to have a good conversation with a pretty girl."

She blushed slightly. She conjured up a pen and paper and wrote something down on it. She folded it and passed it to Draco and said, "Here's my address. Send me an owl if you'd like to get together again."

She got up and walked out. Draco watched her leave. He paid the tabs before apparating home.