            "Yes, well, whilst everyone was busy snogging everyone else," she said, eyeing Ron, "I went to the manor to wish Mr. Malfoy a happy new year. He was kind enough to notice I was too drunk to get home safely and carried me upstairs. But that’s all." She looked around at their faces—Ron, still bright red and scowling; Ginny, a slight frown on her face; Harry, paler than usual, fingers twitching for a cigarette. "Well?" she said coolly. "Is this accusation party over with?"