"You cowardly –" Krum began as he started to twist around, and Draco casually flipped his half full beer bottle in his hand and cracked it as hard as he could against Krum’s temple. Beer frothed out the bottleneck and Krum grunted in pained surprise, and went down like a sack of potatoes. Just crumpled, just like that. He looked so ridiculous, sprawled over the chair, limbs dangling limply. A laugh bubbled up in Draco’s chest, and he gave in to it, dropping the beer bottle carelessly on Krum’s back and swaying on his feet, snorting with helpless laughter.