As You Are // D.M.

ANESTHESIA

Armena Riddle-Lestrange

Friday: May 28th, 2010 

"I am still so fucking pissed at you" I glared at Pansy from across the table at our local bar.

It was one of those new high end, young age Wizarding bars that were popping up all over the place. We would go here after work some days. It was always filled with every sort of magical beings, but mostly it was packing with fellow Ministry workers.

"Oh please!" she shrieked, "you should be thanking me! Draco Malfoy is interested in you, again! I'm telling you, I knew an Unbreakable Vow couldn't keep you two apart. I saw the way he was looking at you."

"Are we not forgetting something here?" Blaise piped in from the other side of me.

Pansy narrowed her eyes at Blaise, clearly annoyed with him for killing her buzz.

"You two made the vow. The vow is still fully active and if Armena goes after Draco, that is a clear violation" Blaise shook his head.

"But what if Draco goes after Armena, then it's like a fucking loophole in the whole magical binding contract" Pansy sipped her wine, smirking to herself. 

"I don't think that's how it works and I'm not about to test it out" I sighed. 

"I don't buy it!" Pansy raised her voice, slamming her hand on the table. 

I let out a long groan, sinking further into my chair as I replayed our moment in the training room together. It was so tender and soft, nothing like how I remembered our relationship being before. It was so different but yet the same.

"Blaise is right, Pans" I sighed. "As much as I really want this, I can't and you know that. I think Potter would murder me if I killed his wife just so I could get a good shag." 

It had been over a month since Draco started working under me at the Ministry and about three days since he made his intentions clear. Draco and I hadn't talked since he told me how he felt that day in the training room. I was starting to think that I had conjured the memory up in my head. I needed to drink and drown my emotions in a bottle of wine, my own personal anesthesia.

"Listen, I would sacrifice my life for you to get fucked Armena" she smirked, "that is just the type of friend I am."

She placed her hand over her heart and batted her eyelashes at me. Ginny appeared at the table, carrying two glasses of wine. She handed one to me and gave me a sympathetic look before taking her seat across from Blaise.

"Oy yeah, that's such a good fuckin friend" Blaise scoffed. 

I was still shocked that Blaise could put up with Pansy and I, especially Pansy nasty mouth. Yet here he sat right next to us, enjoying a nice Friday night happy hour with us yet again. 

"Pansy there are other ways for me to get laid" I sighed, "I don't need to do it with the one person who would kill you."

"Finally some fucking common sense" Blaise muttered, downing his drink.

"Maybe you should just hire an escort?" Pansy shrugged as she sipped her tequila.

"I don't think that's a half bad idea" Ginny chimed in.

"Alright, enough you two" Blaise looked in-between the red head and the dark haired girl. 

I shot Ginny a narrowed glance, downing my glass of wine. I waved down the bartender, signalling for another round.

"I'm not going to fucking hire an escort" I muttered. "That just seems so, I don't know— wrong."

"Don't be so judgemental Armena, there is nothing wrong with it. I mean like you said, you need to get laid and i'm pretty sure you could use an orgasm— or two" Pansy huffed.