Draco’s hand fell to the small of Theo’s back as he ushered the other wizard inside the dodgy pub located at the edge of Knockturn Alley closest to Diagon Alley. The Demon’s Dragon wasn’t a very well known place, attracting a rougher crowd than his pureblood upbringing had allowed for him to interact with in his youth. In the years since Astoria’s death, well, Draco just didn’t care about what was expected of him anymore. The need to marry and have an heir died along with her.