Harry narrowed his eyes on Draco.  How was it that even when the Chosen One was drunk off his arse, he still had better intuition than most?  Draco silently begged him to help his case.  Harry rolled his eyes at him and in a loud whine that had Draco choking back laughter, said "Hermioneeeeeeee.  Come onnnnn.  You’re my best friend.  My sees-terrrr.  Draco is sorry.  Soooo sorry.  He was crying over you earlier. Come get ussssss."