Draco Malfoy threw a small rubber ball at the off-white textured wall in his bedroom. It bounced back and he skillfully caught it. He had been in somewhat of a limbo the past few years, and his thoughts seem to only process when he was doing something silly, like throwing a ball, or spinning a bottlecap. Finally admitting defeat, he let the ball fall to the floor. He got up from the chair he was sitting in and grabbed his coat. Drinking alone never solved anything, but he went to a nearby pub where nobody knew his name. His scornful name on the edge of every wizards tongue. It was his father who ruined his name.

As he sat on the barstool, he combed his hand through his hair with his rough hands. His whole demeanor had changed ever since the war. He no longer cared about his appearance, or the way he presented himself. His white-blond hair was now unkempt and long. His face was unshaven, and his clothes were simple. Any signs of his once rich lifestyle no longer shown. It faded away with every sip of his drink.

"Is anyone sitting here?" a blurry figure moved next to him.

"Yes...no. Nobody." he blinked and looked at the figure once more, trying to pull himself together. It was a female with bright red, orange, and yellow hair, which made him raise an eyebrow.

"Your hair looks like fire." he blurted out as she sat down. She rested her elbows on the bar, and crossed her leg. She didn't look like the usual type to come into the bar, but he couldn't help but stare as she ordered a random drink. She wore a band t-shirt and jeans that hugged every inch of her leg. Her jacket was thin and black. Simple. Not his type, but still intriguing.

"My hair may look like fire, but you look like a drunk." she finally replied and laughed.

"I'm not a drunk, I just drink." he waved his hand matter-of-factly.

"Sure." She rolled her eyes and drank a shot of clear liquid. She slapped the bar, and smirked at Draco.

"It takes one to know one, kid, I think you got it bad." Her eyebrows were raised but Draco was at the point where he couldn't notice. What he did notice was what she called him.

"Did you just call me 'kid'?" he turned his body to face her.

"Yes, I did. What are you going to do about it?" she moved close to his face. She inhaled and backed away. "You're going to have a hard night, kid. I hope you didn't drive here."

"Stop calling me kid! You're probably the same age as me! Why would I drive? That doesn't make any sense? That's what appara-"

She quickly pressed her fingers against his lips and her eyebrows furrowed. He noticed a ring over her reddish brow that was now in focus from her being so close. She leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"You're in a muggle pub, remember?" he nodded in embarrassment, but then looked at her with curiosity and he pointed at her.

"You're not a m-"

"Nope."

"Do you know who I-"

"Yep. Draco. I think I should take you home before you say something you shouldn't. She grabbed his arm, and pulled him off the stool.

"I don't want to leave...I don't know you!" he stumbled as she pulled him, but his body couldn't comply with what his brain was telling him to do. The next thing he remembered was keys crashing on a counter, and him collapsing on a couch.

"This isn't home." he said.

"Not yours anyways. You couldn't tell me where you lived, and I lived close by. I figure, what the heck, let a washed up rich boy wizard sleep here for the night." she threw a blanket over him.

"Oh yes, I'm sure you'll sleep better. I'm not even that drunk!" he retaliated by picking up a cushion and chucking it her direction.

"Drunk enough to not know how to explain where you live! I'm sure I'll sleep better tonight knowing I saved your life." she put back the cushion and sat on her kitchen counter.

"Isn't that a little dramatic? I don't even know you're name."

"You can call me...Annie. Does that make you feel better, Draco?" she walked over to the couch he was laying on and sat at the and of it.

"Not really. The only way I'd feel comfortable here is if my clothes were on your floor." he chuckled.

"Was that you trying to hit on me? I don't go for the one-night-stand thing." she felt her body being pulled onto him.

"Oh really?" she knew he was useless to talk to in his drunken stuper, but she laughed at him anyways.

"You know, you're cuter than I remembered." she tried to lift herself up, but she fell once more when she felt a hand slide up her shirt. She pulled his hand off her and angrily walked away.

"Good night. Have a nice hangover in the morning!" she called and he heard a door slam.