Wordlessly, Draco guided Astoria to the Three Broomsticks, holding the door open for her as his high-society upbringing had trained him. But when his eyes darted over to the center table in the pub, where Hermione sat beaming at the Weasel, all nuance of propriety abandoned him; she was all he could see, her soothing voice the only one that rang out above the din of the busy tavern. He led the Slytherin girl to a booth in the back of the crowded room without a single glance her way, not even bothering to feign interest. The vaguest detail, like what Astoria was wearing tonight, was utterly lost on him. Astoria was clearly disgusted by his behavior, but chose not to confront him about it, instead tilting her head to ogle a few single wizards in the pub unapologetically. She politely ordered an entire bottle of Giggle Water for herself, while Draco (against his better judgment) quickly requested a bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky. The drinks appeared at the table in an instant, and his date for the evening wasted no time before promptly popping the cork and unceremoniously taking a swig straight from the bottle. Draco hesitated with his own drink, gaze alternating between the beautiful woman shining in the center of the room and the shape of Astoria's back as she retreated from the table to flutter her eyelashes at a dark-haired wizard at the bar.