It was nearly ten in the morning and Draco knows he's late for work, but the fire whiskey hangover is pounding behind his eyes and he has just been informed that he no longer will have a steady flow of income. His job at Flourish & Blotts has merely been something to occupy himself with, a pastime, and in no way can it keep up with his lavish lifestyle. With an exasperated sigh, he shoves Pansy off of his chest and stands up, looking around the room for his clothing.