He was going to kill Theodore Nott. Stepping out of the shower, Draco wrapped a towel around his waist before heading back into the bedroom. He ran his fingers through his damp, shaggy hair before slipping his signet ring back on. He had barely arrived at the Leaky with Pansy for the blasted get-together that Theo forcefully intruded upon when the entire night went tits up. The first sight he caught of his friend was the wanker snogging Granger. If it hadn’t been for Pansy, he was sure someone would have caught sight of his accidental magic outburst that shattered the table full of drinks to his left. 