Drink
Ginny Weasley didn't drink.
Ginny Weasley didn't drink, so when Draco Malfoy asked her to get a drink with him, it was no surprise that she'd refused. But Ginny Weasley desperately needed a drink. Of course she would refuse Draco; he was arrogant, he was the son of a death eater, and he had hexed every one of her siblings. But tonight, she needed an escape.
Ginny Weasley didn't need a man.
Ginny Weasley didn't need a man, but when Harry Potter rejected her, it hurt. She had long abandoned the girlish crush she once harbored, but she still loved Harry. She was long accustomed to the sudden leap in her chest when he walked by. She honestly tried not to love him. She dated others, but always found herself coming back to him. She wanted to be numb, cold, unfeeling; she wanted to forget Harry Potter.
Ginny Weasley was always in control.
Ginny Weasley was always in control, but tonight would be different. She hadn't planned to be sitting on a bar stool in the Three Broomsticks. She didn't plan to be chugging down firewhiskeys like a drunk. She hated the stuff; it tasted as wretched as the fire for which it was named. But, she drank. She drank and she cried and she shouted, and nothing was any better than before.
Ginny Weasley didn't like to be alone.
Ginny Weasley didn't like to be alone, but here she was more alone than ever. So when Draco Malfoy sat in the stool next to hers, she didn't hex him. When he pointed out that she didn't drink, kept her mouth shut and kept drinking. When his firm hand took her glass away, she didn't resist. When Draco Malfoy offered to buy her a drink ("something worth drinking," he said) Ginny Weasley didn't refuse.