It was close to midnight as Theo Nott and Blaise Zabini watched in amusement as Scorpius toppled out of the drawing room chair blind drunk. "Ah... Lord Nott," he slurred. "Your floor is sooooo comfortable. I think I might stay here forever... for a very long time." His eyes closed and his breathing became shallower. Grey eyes flashed opened after a few seconds. "I love her... I really do... but she doesn’t want me. Won’t move in together. Nothing!"