Draco tried his best to collect himself as he stumbled through the door, hoping to win the lady’s favor with the Malfoy charm he had used on nearly every Slytherin slut that let him between her legs back when being a Malfoy had meant something to the social elite. After the war, his family’s legacy in shambles with his father serving out a life sentence in Azkaban while his mother locked herself away in her chambers for weeks at a time, Draco had been reduced to nothing more than menacing lech on society. He frequented wizarding London’s seedier bars, always looking for the perfect pair of legs to picture wrapped around his hips as he pounded into a hot and wet cunt. This evening had been no different.