There's this magic about the Muggle world.

F-!

Now you think I'm deranged, don't you.

Hear me out.

The muggle world is intoxicating. It's addictive. It's... imagine no one ever knows your name. No one looks at you, and instantly has an opinion based on something you said when you were frackin' twelve, for Merlin's sake!

No, here you can... forget your own name.

Corny, isn't it?

But it's the truth.

And it's why I keep on coming back.

-August 5th's entry in Draco Malfoy's diary journal.

Draco Malfoy was out on the town, for a cuppa of Earl Grey. It was a nice day, sunny even, and he was sitting in the back of a dark pub. Ever since the war, he hadn't been able to sit with his back to a window. Any window, even at home. He wasn't there to meet anyone, or really do anything. Just have a cup of tea.

Of course, that was before George the Ginger came in, with a lovely blonde that Draco had never seen before. George Weasley was the person you never forgot - and not because he was missing an ear. He had one of those exuberant personalities, you see. Draco Malfoy, in particular, had seventeen different pranks that he'd never figured out how George (and Dead Fred) had pulled on him. So, no, Draco was not at all hesitant about identifying this bloke as George Weasley.

What made this non-encounter (Draco was not talking to him!) so very odd was that George wasn't smiling - or any of the half smiles, hidden smiles that Slytherins knew so well. No, George Weasley of all people was acting serious.

And, naturally, because this couldn't get any more awkward, George and probable blonde date sat in the booth behind Draco. At least they hadn't caught sight of him. (Or, more likely, had caught sight of him, knowing how his luck ran, and had decided that Date took priority over Settling Old Grudges).

Draco Malfoy had just wanted a spot of tea. He hadn't even come here with something to scheme about. So, of course, he cautiously listened to their conversation.

The blonde liked to babble, Draco learned, talking about football and fashion, in a seemingly endless stream. It finally ended, when she asked, "But enough about me - tell me about you. What's your family like?"

George let out a low snort, and said, "I don't have a family."

Draco let a small, thin smile dance over his pointy face. Now this? This had possibilities...

[a/n: people, never ever lie to your dates about things like this. Bad Things Happen.

It's okay to say "I don't want to talk about them" or "I hate my family".

But lying about their existence is just asking for... Problems!

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