FILTHY ~ Drarry Fanfic

Chapter 4

As we step into the pub, the barkeep, Barry, looks to me "Your regular?" I hum and he turns to the shelves "Who are the redheads?" He looks over Hermione and shrugs "And the brunette?"

Without a second beat, I tell him "Distant relatives. They're here to visit one of my patients."

As a double bourbon is sat on the corner, I stretch forward and grab it, as he asks "Eight and a baby?"

I nod, and he limps out from around the corner "Have you been in physical therapy?"

He sighs, before declaring "Had one this afternoon. Over did it, a bit."

I shake my head and tell him "It won't do you any good, over exacerbating yourself." He waves me off and I point out "It'll only worsen your situation."

As he leads us to a table in the tiny pub, he scoffs "I'll be fine, doctor." A guy who sits on the opposite side of the pub, with other people his age, cocks an eyebrow to me.

As the Weasleys sit, I look him over in concern "You'd better be."

As I take a seat between Ginny and Hermione, Ron asks "Do you know everyone in this village?"

I shake my head, before declaring "My house is a block over. I come here on the two days in the week I'm not on call."

As I spit my bourbon, George asks "Why are you on call so much?"

I scoff, before declaring "We're under staffed. Three doctors, thirty nurses." As I sip my bourbon, I declare "I get Saturdays off, but I'm on call. On Sundays and Mondays, I work six AM to six PM, no call. Tuesday through Friday, six AM to two PM, on call until ten PM."

Molly hums "You work a lot." I shrug as I take a sip of my drink. She takes a moment, before asking "When did you find out that your girlfriend was cheating on you?"

I chuckle, before telling her "Friday afternoon." As I down the rest of my drink and I scoff "We were togever for three years. Found anover guy in my bed."

As I place my glass down, Arthur asks "What did you do when saw them, together?"

I give him an amused look, before declaring "I stood there for a moment. Just long enough to wrap my brain around it. Then I bolted."

Ron scoffs, before declaring "I would have killed him."

When I look to him, I find the guy from earlier cocks an eyebrow to me. A small smile plays at his lips. He goes unnoticed by one of his friends, who's telling a story.

I cock an eyebrow to him and speak to the Weasleys so they don't suspect anything "I don't show emotion like everyone else does."

George furrows his brow and asks "What's that supposed to mean?"

The guy motion towards the bar and I give him a look that reads that it's not a good time "I bottle everything up, shove it down, and the smallest thing sets me off."

As I pick up my glass to notice it's empty, I clear my throat and ask "Do any of you want anything? Ginny?"

She furrows her brow and asks "They have Killbegan's?"

I shrug, before stepping up the bar. As Barry fills my glass, the guy steps up and I ask Barry "Do you have Killbegan's?"

He furrows his brow and declares "I'll look in the back." As he hobbles into the back, I take a seat.

The guy leans next to me and asks "Are you out?" I give him a look and he takes a step back, before declaring "I am."

I scoff and ask "So?" He glances over my shoulder, presumably looking to the Weasleys "They're accepting, but I'm not-"

As I take a sip, he pulls out his mobile and asks "What's your mobile?" I cock an eyebrow to him and he shrugs "Make up any excuses you need to."

I set my jaw, before giving him my number. When I'm done, I ask "What's your name?"

"Alex." He states, before I feel my phone buzz. He gives me a weak smile, before asking "What's your name?"

I sip my drink, before speaking emotionlessly "Draco." I tell him, before asking him "What are you drinking?"

He hums, before declaring "Pinot Noir."

As Barry walks out and holds up a bottle of Killbegan's. I give a pleased smile "Make it a double." As he sits the drink in front of me, Alex orders.

As he pours a glass, I ask "Can I also get a double Mad Marching Hare?"

When Barry turns his back, Alex gives me a weak smile, before walking back to his friends.

When the poitín is sat in front of me, I down my Bushmills and he fills it up again.

As he does, I pull out my wallet and hand over my debit card "Add his drink to my tab. Bill my card, at the end of our meal, yeah?"

He nods and asks "Did you know that guy?"

I shake my head, before declaring "We had a very interesting conversation."

As I walk back towards my table, three drinks in hand, Hermione asks "Who was that guy?"

I shrug it off, before lying "An old patient. He dislocated his shoulder."

As I hand Ginny her drink, I change the subject "George?" He looks up from Fred and I ask "Is mum in the picture, or...?"

He waves it off "Angelica is very pregnant. She's driving over from London."

"Angelina Johnson?" I ask and he nods, before I smile "You two stayed together for the past, what? Decade?"

He shrugs "Eleven years." He motions towards Fred and asks "Why do you think my son is black?"

I shrug, before declaring "I didn't know. I didn't want to assume." He shrugs and I look to Molly and Arthur "What about Bill and Fleur?"

Molly scoffs, before declaring "Three kids. They say they're coming tomorrow. Probably pop in and out."

"What about Charlie and Percy?" I ask and they give me odd looks "What?"

Arthur furrows his brow "You're so different."

I cock an eyebrow to them "Is that a good or a bad thing?"

They give innocent looks and Ron sighs "Charlie is still a batchelor, and Percy has two kids."

I think for a second, before remarking "Eight grandchildren."

Molly nods and I look to Ginny "What about you? Are you seeing anyone?" She shakes her head.

As I lean back, Molly asks "Do you happen to know where a good hotel is around here?"

I cock my eyebrow to her "You're going to stay in a hotel?"

Hermione furrows her brow and declares "We want to stay near Harry."

I think for a moment, before stating "You can crash at my place." They furrow their brows and I shrug "It's three bedrooms, but there's a found out bed in the living room. Jamie used to like camping. We've got cots that are more comfortable than most beds."

Molly shakes her head and states "We don't want to intrude."

I scoff, before telling her "I'm hardly ever there. Sleep at the hospital, most of the time."

Ron furrows his brow and remarks "Maybe that's why your ex cheated on you, mate."