Nothing belongs to me.
IX: Drink
Ginny Weasley could not believe it (was not butter).
When Harry told her they were going out to dinner for their four year anniversary, she had been expecting a proposal, not a break up.
No, she couldn't believe it. And now, she needed a drink.
"You look like you need a drink."
Was it that obvious? Yes, Ginny decided, catching sight of her blotchy, runny mascara stained face in the mirror behind the bar, it was.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Ginny looked at Draco Malfoy uncertainly for a moment, but agreed nonetheless.