"No. Not at all," he answered casually, pretending that it was totally normal for him to be caught trying to take three bottles of firewhiskey down to the cellar to drain to dregs alone. Actually, it wasn’t that uncommon for him to take a few bottles down to his screened off room in the cellar just lately, but he hadn’t been caught until now. Draco’s desperation for a drink had made him careless; the middle of the morning wasn’t the best time to try sneak booze out. And now he’d been caught, and even though he was of age, there was no way someone like Lupin was going to let this go without comment.