Soleil

Disclaimer:  I own nothing of HP nor do I profit in any way from these missives.The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and/or WB. I do not profit in any manner by any means from the publishing or writing of this story.

Warnings: Angst, Humor, MCD, Gambling Addiction, Drinking (obviously), M/F (standard level for this site - ADULT +), Mild Language, EWE, Preg, House Elves

Summary: The sun will find us no matter the situation…

AN: This story was originally written as a chapter to “Cocktails”, an anthology of short stories all having cocktails as a theme and title. The story hadn’t been updated in years when I found it a couple of weeks ago (although it was quite entertaining) but it got my attention and I wrote this. In so doing I may have inadvertently alerted the fandom moderators to a TOS issue — the story was invisible/gone as of 15Jun15. Hopefully Utopia will respond to whatever may have occurred and get this wonderful piece reposted. Some of the works can be found on Granger Enchanted — the authors have noted their inclusion in the anthology. 

In the interim I am reposting this as a standalone; if “Cocktails” comes back, I’ll delete it here. Thanks to Utopia for initiating this “novel” collection and to the authors who’ve already submitted works. I sincerely hope my contribution withstands muster. I so enjoyed reading the stories in this anthology that I had to come and play for a while… 

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“…I guess it’s a sickness. Merlin! He’d gotten better… and now this!”

The witch scowled, frustrated at her own inability to control her tears.

“What about hazard insurance? I assume there was a policy given the dangers of his position in the Ministry.”

“We couldn’t keep up the premiums. I wasn’t expecting to be out of work so long…”

“Then stop being stubborn and let me —”

“No, Draco. I appreciate your offer but ‘no’. My husband got us into this and I’ll figure it out. Thank you, though…”

“Look… something will work out. Let me see what I can do. And don’t worry.”

Draco Malfoy noted the sad smile and grim chuckle from a witch used to being in control of her life.

“Do you miss him, Hermione?”

“Terribly…”

From the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the main floor, the CEO of the empty club took in the conversation.

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Nightmare

1 1/2 oz gin

1/2 oz cherry brandy

1/2 oz madeira

1 tsp orange juice

Shake all ingredients with ice, strain into a cocktail glass, and serve.