, IT'S ALMOST FUNNY! open to any.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

His boots tapped on the cobblestone path, a cloak thrown over his towering bulk in order to hide his identity. It wasn't that the Malfoy was ashamed of himself, no in fact it was quite the opposite. He just didn't want to be recognized at the moment- recognition would bring nothing but rumors those simpletons before him cowering and scrambling to remove themselves from his path. The Malfoys were back in power- they had been for years, and it was a well known fact. Lucius and Draco were both known to go to public places simply to relish the fact that they could get away with almost anything. After all, they were the Dark Lord's favorites, being directly related to the Blacks and being utterly loyal to him.

His outfit underneath the emerald velvet cloak was simple, for a Malfoy. Simply a pair of jeans with his boots and a blue t-shirt, as well as a sweatshirt- that kind that zipped up the front. In fact, it was exceedingly simple for a Malfoy; normally Draco would be caught dead in such attire. However, it was comfortable, and comfort was of the utmost importance to him today, as was going unnoticed. They went hand in hand to Draco, for the moment. He could never relax with all those eyes prying into him, trying to uncover why he was out and about that day, never being able to realize that he was just out for a drink and fresh air. They could never accept that truth, even when he told them himself. Because of this, he'd come to hate most other people.

It seemed no matter what you did, what you said to them, they thought you had a hidden agenda. Draco couldn't really blame them, after all the Malfoys were known for their scheming ways, however there were times when the family were just trying to enjoy themselves. Others couldn't seem to grasp this fact, nor fully comprehend it.

Ducking into the first tavern he came across, without bothering to glance at the sign at the door, Draco sat at an available booth. He muttered something about a Fire Whiskey to the girl who came to serve him, and she dashed off to fill his request. His lip curled in distaste. That seemed another trend these days- everybody was always in such a hurry to go somewhere. To get something done. They could never take their time, could they? They could never stop and just enjoy themselves. He came to a simple conclusion in that moment: they couldn't comprehend Malfoys just being out and about for fresh air and a bite to eat, because they themselves had no idea what enjoyment was anymore.

When she came back, he accepted it with a couple of Galleons. She took them and scurried off; he knew because of that she'd keep his Whiskey coming as long as he wanted it. He smirked gently, knowing she hadn't recognized him, either. Perhaps today would turn out to be enjoyable after all. Now that would be a turn of events.

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[gillian]

Gillian headed into Knocturn Alley. Most wouldn't dare venture here but she was a bit braver than most. She knew how to handle herself. She was tough. She spied the first tavern and headed into it. Glad to get out of the cold. She dusted off a few falling snowflakes that clung to the shoulders of the cloak and flipped down the hood. The tavern was relatively busy, but not overly. She spied a blond haired boy sitting at one table and recognized him. That must be Draco Malfoy. she thought to herself.

Her parents had talked ot her about the Malfoys. They were the most prominent family in the Magical community. Based only on purebloods. Smiling, Gillian headed over to the bartender and asked for a small bottle of whisky. It was her favorite drink besides butterbeer, which she felt was for kids. Still, it had a delicious flavor that warmed you up on the most chilliest days. Once she had her whiskey, Gillian headed over to the blond haired boy. She stopped and spoke.

"Hi. Mind if I join you?" she asked him and waited for him to reply.

She would never just take it upon herself to sit down uninvited , no she had morals to a point. If he didn't want her company that was fine Gillian would go find an empty table and sit by herself. It was no big deal really. Her blond hair was fluffed around her shoulders, framing her hazel eyes. There was still bits of white snowflakes clinging to her bangs, but most of them began melting as soon as she entered the pub. She clutched the small shot glass of whiskey in her left hand as she remained standing, waiting for him to speak.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

His head nodded gently in acknowledgment as the woman came back, taking away the empty bottle and replacing it. He was still far from drunk- perhaps a little buzzed, but nothing that would cause the wizard to act .. out of place. He had been taught since he was able to drink openly in public never to let himself go overboard. That was saved for closed doors within Malfoy Manor- and even then he'd best not let his Aunt Bellatrix or Mother catch him. Being a Malfoy, at times, caused him misery, but it was all worth it in the end.

After all, one couldn't deny the prestige, honor, and glory behind the name. Nor could one deny the fact that people practically bowed down to him because of it.

Lifting up the mug that came with the whiskey, he leaned his head back and sipped at it. At first, he'd been gulping at it, but now the Malfoy found he was more relaxed. He would take his time with this one; slow sips were in order. Hands gripping the glass handle, Draco's lips pursed as another woman walked in. He thought he'd seen her around the ministry ... but he couldn't recall. Anybody who had seen him before would remember it quite vividly, however, it took more of a person for him to remember their name. She had blonde hair, and he had to note that she was rather attractive. It meant little to nothing, though, that she was pretty. He had many pretty girls at the tips of his fingers.

Taking another sip, he watched her silently. A scowl brushed his lips as she started his way. Now that had been an unexpected move.

His eyebrow raised as he took another sip, waiting a moment before answering her question. Audacity, that's what it all came down to, he decided mentally. These days, though, audacity could get you killed ... or worse. He raised a hand and gestured to the seat in front of him, an obvious motion for her to sit down. He seemed to be contemplating what on earth to do with her. "I bid you good evening, miss .... ?" The words were spoken with a bland, slightly bored, air. His eyebrow, which had gone flat many moments before, rose again as he waited for her answer.

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[gillian]

Gillian let out a small sigh in relief, but didn't let Draco notice it. She slowly sank into the seat across from him and took a sip of whiskey from her shotglass. She heard him ask, or rather let his tone trail off for her name.

"Gillian. Gillian Ross," she answered promptly. "Perhaps you've heard of the Ross'?"

Her parents worked in the Ministry in the Department of Mysteries. Of course her own family wasnt one to be snuffed at. The Ross' were known for purebloods. She was certain at some point that Draco had heard of her. But still, she would make polite converstation with him. Still, he had no idea that his family and hers shared so many likeliness' that it wasn't funny.

"This tavern has the best whiskey," She said taking another sip from her shotglass. Her hazel eyes were locked on him, waiting for him to speak.

She knew she had the audacity but now a days she really didn't care. She could juts stand by the table and wait for someone to acknowledge her but that could take hours and she didn't feel like waiting hours just to sit and talk.

She reached up and tucked a few blond strands of hair behind her ear as she regarded Malfoy.

"May I ask what brings you out to Knockturn Alley? You dont have to tell me," she said as she clasped her hands around the shotglass on the table and watched him, eagerly waiting for him to respond.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

A thoughtfully expression crossed his face for a second or two, as he tried to recall the Ross family. Nothing came to mind, and he shrugged, looking bored as ever. "No, can't say I have. Then again, we Malfoys only associate ourselves with the best of the best- and if I don't know your name, the Ross family obviously doesn't count. Now, if you were a Parkinson, Crabbe or Goyle, or Black, yes I would know you. However, you aren't." He said it in a matter o' factly way, even though he knew he was completely disregarding her heritage and telling her that the Ross family simply wasn't good enough.

Then again, that was what Draco was known for, wasn't it? Completely disregarding other people's status because he was definitely better. You just didn't get better than the Blacks or Malfoys- or even close, in his opinion. Even his friends weren't anywhere near the prestige of his bloodline.

He raised an eyebrow and snorted, before speaking to her. "If you think this tavern has 'the best whiskey' you obviously haven't gotten out much. Or visited any of the favorite haunts of the Malfoys, which is probably why I've never heard of you." His tone left no room for argument, eyes trained on her. She was a strange one, this woman. He'd have to keep an eye on her. Of course, that was never a good thing, Draco wanting to keep an eye on you. Unless you did something he thought unreasonably pureblood-like, and then it would be a good thing. The audacity of her, though ... that wasn't something he liked seeing in people when confronting him.

At the next sentence that spilled from her lips, hopefully without her thinking, he laughed quite loudly. Now that was funny. He didn't have to answer her?

"Are you wrong in the head, girl?" He asked, eyes wide as he stared at her, snickering "Or, wait, I'm sorry. How rude of me." He said it in a way that made it all too obvious he was mocking her, and the entire suggestion of it. A wand was instantly procured, the thing flying to his hand, and he twirled it in his fingers. It took a great wizard, to be able to pull that type of magic, and Draco was in fact a great wizard. It had never been recognized in Hogwarts, but that was no matter now. He blamed it solely on that mudblood, Granger; she stole the spotlight in all the classes, never allowed him to advance and show what he could really do.

Taking a gulp of his whiskey, polishing it off, he stilled the piece of wood. Staring at her with what could only be described as cold indifference, his voice suddenly became icy and soft. Dangerous. "Tell me, Miss Ross, did you come here with the intention of crossing a Malfoy? Because I'll tell you right now, that's a dangerous thing to do, especially at a time like this .. in a place like this." His infamous sneer suddenly showed, perhaps a beacon of hope for her; he only tortured people when his eyes were indifferent and his voice was soft, and his lips were completely straight.

At the moment, his eyes were filled with a morbid curiosity, while his voice had turned bland and uninterested again. And there was that sneer ... At the moment.

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[gillian]

Gillian narrowed her eyes dangerously at him.

"Well, I'm not the one whose head is about the size of a inflated Dung beetle is it? Do you actually need a magnifying glass to find your brain? And no, I've no intentinos of crossing a Malfoy," Gillian sneered back at him. "I've come to say that I'm on your side. I'm a pureblood too. Is that how you treat potential allies?"

She finished off her whiskey and notioned to the bartender for two more. Once the bartender brought the two glasses of whiskey, Gillian took one and pushed the other toward Malfoy.

"Now Malfoy, I have some ideas on how we can rid the world of impureness...if you're interested that is. If not, have a lovely afternoon," she smirked and polished off her shot and stood up, preparing to leave.

The one thing about the Malfoys was that they always thought the purebloods reigned superior. And everyone else who wasn't on their page. But Gillian was. And thats how he treats someone? Gillian began slowly walking toward the door, waiting to hear if Draco decided to change his mind about her ideas. A pang hit her chest as she thought of Hunter. Perhaps I can keep Hunter out of the line of fire and keep himsafe. I dont have any feelings for the rest, she thought to herself but pulled up her hood, shielding her face from view, but kept a smirk on her face and her eyes turned to the side. She was walking slowly and deliberately toward the exit. And perhaps, just perhaps, Elizabeth could get a payback for how she treated you all those years too the voice snickered. Gillian briefly shut her eyes and shook her head, as she waited to see if Draco would retort

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

Draco's eyes widened, mouth gaping slightly as she spoke to him in such a way ... in such a tone. For a moment he couldn't speak, he couldn't breath. Nobody had ever dared spoken to him in such a manner since the take over of the purebloods- and lived to tell about it. He was not one to be toyed with, not one that would simply back down and cower. His head was inflated? He almost laughed at that. His head was the perfect size for a Malfoy- and this little bug was forgetting her place. What was her place, one might ask? Why, below him, of course!

Ever since Draco could remember, Pureblood supremacy had been opposed by many. It wasn't until the great Dark Lord had come that Purebloods had been allowed to take over. At first, Draco had questioned his Lord; even gone so far as to think the man was deranged. He now realized, however, that Voldemort brought him power beyond belief. Not to mention, if his dear Aunt believed in the man, why couldn't Draco? Only his Mother and Father seemed almost opposed to him at first, and even they had come around. Draco had decided that the power was too good to pass up- he'd rather have the power than do what was considered "good" by many; than question his Lord's antics even when instinct told him to.

And now, Draco was on a power trip.

He laughed openly at the mere suggestion of an alliance between them. "You think I'd ever team up with some bitch who doesn't know her place? Thank you, but I like a woman who knows where she belongs- and that's below me in more ways than one." His eyes flashed with pure amusement. The audacity- it was almost funny. In a dark, cynical type of way, though of course.

"Don't you get it? Being pureblood in this world means little to nothing anymore! That doesn't make you good, or any better than most. The Filth that layers the streets outside, the purse-cutters and beggars, they mean nothing. It is now a purely pureblood society, so blood doesn't really make you anything special. It's who you know, and who knows you," His eyes glinted once more, "And who you've pissed off."

His face had flushed, grip tightening on the mug until his knuckles were white. "You slimy little bitch," He snarled in a breath, "You simple-minded little wench!" Standing up, the man slammed his mug down and stared her in the eye. "How dare you speak to a Malfoy in such a tone? May I remind you that my Aunt, my Mother's Sister is the Dark Lord's lover? May I remind you, you flea-bitten, filthy, creature, that with one word I could have your entire family arrested? How DARE you?" His voice had raised to an almost roaring level at the last. Of course, he could feel the liquor in the back of his throat now- taste the effect it had on him.

If he hadn't been a bit buzzed, he would have simply Crucio'd her and been done with it, without the scene. Now people were staring. No matter; Bellatrix never did appreciate those who couldn't mind their place. She'd understand, he hoped. Perhaps even agree. Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at the Witch. "You will apologize to me, you slimy git, or I'll make you wish you'd never been born. And I do remind you, I have the power to do just that." And so he did, and so he did.

"I'm warning you, stop right there or there will be a visit from either myself or my Aunt. I will have no purebloods in these ranks that I feel don't know their place among us." He snarled, voice icy and soft. Of course, the entire tavern had almost emptied out- quickly and quietly, as soon as Draco spoke of his rage aloud. If I have to go to Bella with this .. he snarled mentally, half hoping he would.

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OOC; XDDD he's such a pompous git .. I love him so <333