"No. Get out, Astoria." He didn't wait for her offended response, didn't care that he was definitely being a right bastard to her, as he headed towards the chair opposite his former (emphasis thereon and certainly no longer a question) best-friend. Neither Blaise nor Theo stirred from their respective positions as Draco settled himself in the chair, legs stretched out in front of him. He held the neck of the bottle loosely in one hand, hanging over the side of the chair, as the other rested against the arm with a tightly clenched fist.