So tell me, where shall I go? To the left, where nothings right? Or to the right, where nothings left.

Draco Malfoy sat in his study, disheveled with a half empty glass of Firewhisky clutched in his hand. Pain was engraved on his tear-stricken face, he reeked of liquor, sadness and sweat.

He stared around his once happy flat with bitterness. Only days before he was living the perfect life with the witch he had loved for so many years. Now it was but a shattered, lonely distant memory.
She was dead. Not just dead, murdered by a member of his own family. Family, if he could call it that.

"How could I let this happen?!" he cried out to no one, knocking back the rest of his drink. He reached for the bottle yet again. He had lost track of how many glasses he had poured but apparently it was enough that the once full bottle was now empty.

"Accio…Firewhisky" he slurred. When a fresh bottle wasn't summoned to him from his liquor cabinet he figured either he was too drunk to properly work the charm or he had finally finished the last bottle. He was hoping for the former as he slowly stood, braced himself with the back of the desk, and began staggering toward the parlor.

"Bloody hell!" he drawled as he slammed the cabinet shut before making a beeline for his cloak hanging in the front closet, slamming the front door and gingerly embarking upon the stairs. Even the liquor didn't stop the cold from taunting his exposed skin. He stuffed his hands deeper into his cloak pockets and trudged on, knocking a man with his shoulder on his way. "Sorry" Draco mumbled involuntarily beneath his breath, while the man just gave a quick glare and kept on.

He glanced up to his left to find that he was passing by Honey's Lounge. He would bet money that his best friend Theodore Nott was there at this moment wasting away his Galleons on whores.
Theo's motto was "What better way to say fuck you to Papa Nott, than by spending the lovely Nott fortune on my happiness". Hermione would always annoyingly retort that no amount of whores would make him as happy as real love.

Hermione. Gods, she was right. Draco felt as if he would never truly be happy again with her gone, he could never love. This thought made his feet steer him faster still toward the Pint and Goblet's on the corner.

Finally arriving to his destination, he stepped into the shop. The bell rung signaling his arrival.
As he methodically walked toward the aisle where he'd find the Ogden's Old Firewhisky. The shopkeeper caught sight of the young wizard and sullenly shook his head. Everyone in the town had heard about how just three days ago Bellatrix Lestrange had killed this young man's wife.
Just as the wizard was wondering how someone could possibly kill their nephew's wife, Draco decided against Ogden's and instead grabbed a bottle of Blishen's. "Humph, this ought do the trick." Draco mumbled to himself, popping the top of it, taking a swig. As he did, his eyes fell onto the others sitting on the shelf. "Upon second thought." He said as he swallowed, he grabbed an extra bottle as well. The less time spent on trips like these, not drinking, the better.

He placed the unopened bottle on the counter, holding the other close to his chest. He fumbled into his pocket for the proper payment when the shopkeeper audibly cleared his throat.

"M-Mister Malfoy, I-I just want to tell you how truly sorry I am for you during this time. We're all pulling for you." Draco only grunted, rolling his eyes. He was not drunk enough for this conversation.

The man continued further "I'm so glad the Aurors were able to kill that evil witch. It's lucky they found her before another tragedy happened." Suddenly a fire grew in Draco's chest. While he was happy the monster was dead, those Aurors took something from him. He wanted to see Bellatrix die at the tip of his own wand, not read about it on the front page of the damned Daily Prophet. "Do you mind just ringing up my purchases or will I be forced to walk another bloody two blocks to purchase my Firewhisky at your competitor?" He spat, forcing the bottle back to his lips.

The shopkeeper gave him a sorry glance. "I'm sorry, sir. Your wife was just a very kind woman and I wanted to share my condolences. Everyone could see your love. All of us at the Town Hall meeting spoke about how we wish we could turn back time and prevent all this from happening to you two."

Draco was visibly annoyed until the shopkeeper's last sentence. His whole body froze including the rapping of his fingers on the counter he had only just noticed he was doing. "S-Say again?"

"I'm so sorry sir!" The man cowered away.

"No! The last part! Draco demanded.

"At the Town Hall meeting we had yesterday, a few of us were discussing the fact that we wish we could turn back time to save her. No harm intended, sir."

Before he could finish his last sentence, Draco dashed the coins from his pocket, tossing them onto the counter along with the opened bottle. He ran out of the store, heart pounding. All of this was accompanied by the shocked old man and his very agape mouth, studying the bottles, and back to the swinging door. "I didn't mean to offend." He muttered to himself.

Draco's thoughts were desperately running wild. His feet were planning on taking him home but he once again saw Honey's Lounge, he ran directly to the doors and opened them excitedly.

"Mm, Good evening, Mr. Malfoy." A black headed whore strode over to him, lacing her finger beneath his tie, tugging him forward, giving him a seductive smile. He knocked her hand away, holding up his left.

"Married." He said with pride.

She cocked her head to couches along the wall, "Hasn't stopped the others."

Draco crinkled his face, "No. Thanks." – "THEEEEEOOO!" He began yelling, and running up the stairs. "THEEO!"

The familiar growls came from behind a door, to which he knew were Theo's. Unfortunately he has heard this man one too many times.

Swinging open the door, he didn't bother to cover his eyes, Theo glanced over his shoulder to the man standing at the entrance. "Kind of busy, mate." He said so casually before he thrusted into the woman's backside once more.

Draco grabbed a towel from a messy table beside him, tossing it at the pair. The whore stepped away from Theo, looking up to Draco.

"Here to have some fun?" She said as she staggered toward him.

The blond grimaced, "Is this what you really envisioned what your life would be like?" The witch dropped her shoulders, and covered her breasts and ran from the room.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" Theo asked as he was pulling his trousers up.

"I think I know how I can save Hermione."