Drunk enough to call. // 𝐃.𝐌 · Y/n story by @malfoyssriddle

The Three Broomsticks was already buzzing with noise when Pansy, Y/N, and Theodore pushed through the heavy oak doors. Warm candlelight spilled across the room, mixing with the hum of conversation and the clink of glasses. The familiar scent of butterbeer and firewhisky hung thick in the air.

Pansy Parkinson

grinning, already scanning the room Finally! A night out without anyone checking their bloody watch every five minutes.

Theodore Nott

snorts, shrugging off his coat Speak for yourself. I've got a meeting at nine tomorrow.

Pansy Parkinson

waves a dismissive hand And you'll be miserable either way. Might as well be miserable with good company.

Pansy grabbed Y/N by the arm and pulled her toward the bar, weaving through clusters of wizards and witches. The pub was packed tonight—a mixture of Hogwarts graduates, Ministry workers, and a few familiar faces from their year.

Pansy Parkinson

leaning in, voice low I already see a few people you might want to avoid.

Theodore Nott

raising an eyebrow As if that's ever stopped her. Remember fifth year? She walked right up to—

Pansy Parkinson

cutting in Theodore, shut up.

Pansy slid onto a barstool and gestured for the bartender to bring them a round. Theodore settled in on one side, leaving the space on Y/N's other side empty. For now.

Pansy Parkinson

turning to Y/N, eyes glinting So. Tonight. No talk about work, no talk about exes, no talking about anything boring. Just us, drinks, and hopefully a few terrible decisions.