Drunk Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy is absolutely wrecked.His posture says everything.

Elbows on the bar, head buried in his folded arms, platinum hair falling forward like a curtain. His shirt is wrinkled, cuffs unbuttoned, tie long gone. A nearly-empty glass sits untouched in front of him, ringed with fingerprints and condensation. One hand dangles lazily off the edge, fingers twitching like he’s half-listening to a thought he’ll never say out loud.