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"Potter, I'm drunk."
Harry laughed at the statement. It wasn't the first time he'd heard it, and it wouldn’t have been the last. Malfoy just had this habit of announcing his intoxicated level before he'd come on to Harry. Who knows why? Maybe if Malfoy hit on Harry when he was drunk, he'd think that it didn't really mean it.
Because if Harry were sober and Malfoy were sober, it would mean something.
"Time to call the Knight Bus, I suppose," Harry commented, as he always did. They were drunk. Malfoy, was drunk, and it was time to go home.