He watched her standing on the altar.
Another shot.
She looked so perfect, so happy.
Another shot.
He needed to drown his sorrows. Her dress was so beautiful.
Another shot.
He wanted to kill Weasley. Why did he get to have happiness with her? But then Zayn sighed. He knew why. DeathEaters didn't get happy endings. His father was proof; he'd never seen his parents kiss.
Another shot.
"Lad, that's enough," the bartender said, handing him the last shot. His vision began to blur.
He frowned, slamming more knuts on the table. "I'llll drinkasmuch aaaaaaasiii waaanntnt" he said a little too loudly, slurring his words.
"Zayn?" came a fragil voice from behind him. Zayn turned around to meet the milk chocolate eyes of Ni herself. Zayn laughed.
"Ha! I'm hallucinating already? I gotta stop drinking." he stole a bottle from the poor chap next to him and chugged it.
"Zayn!" said the apparition, proving herself to not, in fact, be an apparition as she yanked the bottle from his hand before he could reach the bottom.
"Hey!" Zayn shouted weakly as he lunged for the bottle in Ni's hand and fell onto the floor. "Hey..." he murmured, his butt sticking in the air like my cousin, Elsie's.
Ni just sighed as Zayn blacked out. Drunk.
The bartender glared at the passed out man in front of him, then turned towards Ni whom he vaguely recognized but didn't care enough to question where he could have seen her before, "you picking up his tab?"
Ni rolled her eyes, but pulled out her wallet and handed him a galleon.
"No, that'll be 148 galleons."
Ni blanched, but emptied out her wallet anyways, keeping two of the coins, because she always kept exactly 150 galleons on her at all times. She frowned. She'd meant to spend that money on her honeymoon in Costa Rica.
"Good night miss." the bartender turned away, helping another customer.
Ni shook her head in annoyance at the sight in front of her.
Zayn had made the floor his bed, snuggled up with a rat on the floor and curled into a tight ball–drool pouring out of his open mouth ungentlemen-like.
Tossing him over her shoulder like a burlap sack of potatoes and shouldering his bag that was slumped over the back of the barstool, she climbed up the stairs nimbly, placing him and his bag upon a random bed in a room that had the door open.
A random worker at the Three Broomsticks noticed her antics.
"Ma'am?" he said, opening the door slightly wider. "You can't actually do that...."
Ni gave him a glare along with the finger.
"Ma'am, that's not nice. Please. It's only a galleon to rent."
Ni continued to glare at him, but relented into handing him the galleon–not dropping the finger she was holding up as she did so. For good measure, she spun the galleon on top of her finger and flicked it towards him.
The worker scoffed, catching the coin with ease.
"Nice catch." Ni said, impressed.
He grinned, "thanks, I played professional basketball in the muggle world."
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Harry Styles Do Be A Potter
FanfictionYoung Harry Styles finds out he's a wizard!! Oh my gosh. But Harry doesn't really care about magic, he got into pottery and music!! He thinks he's pretty talented at both, and he doesn't really need magic in this lifestyle he's chosen for himself. ...
