Across the table, Draco had four girls on all sides of him, and even though his face bore the same blank expression it usually did and Harry could sense his boredom, he was giving out amounts of money that would probably top these dancers tips combined for the rest of the night. After nearly an hour of bouncing flesh and straining muscles Malfoy finally waved them off, and with a parting tip, sent them away with beaming looks on their faces.
Harry gave him a long stare, to which Draco only shrugged. “What?” he asked, sipping the water he has ordered with a look of some distaste on his face.
“Why,” Harry started, “in the name of God, did you bring me here?”
Draco grinned at him. “Oh what,” he asked, “your telling me that after living alone in that stupid shack for all this time you aren’t looking for some... stimulation? You have girls even that Bulgarian git Krum would have had to beg for ready to wrap their legs around the back of your head. Not enjoying it?”
With a shake of his head, Harry turned away from him and shot a dark look at the so-called DJ who was standing in the corner, who was playing the same annoying song for the 8th time in a row. He wished he had brought his umbrella to blast the man, or at the very least his turn tables, to pieces. “This is a travesty... are you telling me you get off on a bunch of oversexed, drug addicted bimbos wearing technicolored wigs and glittering clothes?”
“Nah...” Draco replied, catching his eye, and for a moment Harry thought he was going to say something odd. But instead, his eyes just flashed. “They’re Muggles, Potter, worse then Mudbloods.” Harry started to rise up at the use of the term Mudbloods but didn’t for two reasons. First, he realized he didn’t really care anymore. Second, a loud booming voice cut through the music and the conversation.
“HEY! What’s the matter with you two!? Shouldn’t you be looking at the ladies, NOT each other!?”
Harry and Draco both turned with some surprise to see the speaker, who appeared to be a burly man who looked like he could take down Hagrid if he had too. And he wasn’t alone, he had a ring of men around each other who seemed just as strong and from the looks of things, unlike the two of them, hadn’t abstained from drinking in the slightest. Harry began to rise to his feet to simply leave and avoid an issue, but Draco caught his wrist, and Harry could see him pull his wand out from under a Muggle jacket he’d borrowed and tap it against his leg, then point it at Harry.
There was a sudden flash, and Harry nearly fainted as he felt his muscles seize up in a surge of strength. All of his boredom and loneliness and frustration suddenly surfaced as well as fresh power from Draco’s Maximus Charm. Calmly, he kicked back his chair and stood up, balling his hands into fists.