Zabini was out the door, and Draco looked at the small group of witches at the bar. One of them with coppery hair turned and winked at him. She motioned with her head for him to come closer. But he couldn’t bring himself to move. He didn’t even feel a stirring of lust as he looked over at them. He put on his coat and absently wondered if her disappearance had ruined him for good.