Selcouth [G.W]

Chapter 38

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kismet (n.)- fate; destiny

Millie P.O.V

I'm... I'm a little bit drunk.

Okay, a lot. I'm a lot drunk. I can't tell you how Draco and I went from eating in silence to drunkenly walking around Hogsmeade but that's what we're doing.

The last thing I remember is Draco stealing a half-empty bottle of whiskey from the bar and daring me to drink it.

Obviously, I did.

It only got more fucked after that. I told Draco to take 4 shots and he told me to take 2. So here we are wandering around in a direction I can't quite tell you, my arm slung around his waist.

He isn't nearly as drunk as I.

I remember him saying something along the lines of, "we're never going to be able to get back with both of us like this."

I called him a pussy. Well, I called him one then went on a rant about how that term is very offensive because women are not weak so saying the phrase indicates we are. When in reality, if it were a factual debate men are weaker since they bitch and moan when someone punches them in the balls.

The rant ended with Draco shushing me with his finger telling me he "got the gist."

So I let it go and focused on how I felt.

I feel warm which is weird since I know the temperature has dropped since we got here- must be the alcohol.

Some time ago I had asked what time it was and he told me 5:30.

I thought he was joking since I couldn't fathom the concept of us having stayed here, ate, drunk, and laughed for almost 3 hours. Then he showed me -one of the many watches I had gotten got for him- and it did in fact show 5:30.

Classes had ended hours ago, you could easily tell from how the small village is filled with students along with adults.

I didn't want to go back to the castle yet and Draco agreed. Someone might think I was avoiding a certain someone but I like to think of it as postponing a situation until a later date.

My attention and ears perk when I hear a soft melody coming from the left of me. My head turns to see a man. His face was dirty and his shoes, scoffed. He wore small green pants with a dirty white shirt. What caught my attention was how tired his eyes looked. Emotionless. Drained. Yet still, a sparkle of light as he played.

My eyes avert from him and to the sign beside him "I'll play for food." I read my heart squeezing when I finished.

The man's head was down as he concentrated on the old guitar. His playing reminds me of the way George plays. Different in certain ways, the man plays with a rough tone from age and tiredness that George doesn't possess yet.

As we pass the man, Draco makes a smooth turn towards him. Stopping in front of him and handing over the leftover food he's been carry around since we left the three broomsticks.

The man looks up from his guitar- his tired eyes brightening as he takes the food with carefulness almost as if it would disappear if it didn't.

I dug in my purse and grabbed all my spare gallons, handing it to him also.

The man's eyes widened as he looked at all the coins before taking them with fragile hands.

He thanked us with a genuine smile that showed his dirty teeth, "thank you so much! Thank you! Thank you!" He praised but we had already walked away leaving his gratitude behind us.