His firewhiskey had mostly sloshed onto his pants leg, but there was some left in the bottom of the glass and he when he was sure Weasley wasn't going to hit him again he threw it back, hissing. He looked over at Weasley as he mopped at his nose gingerly with his sleeve, wincing, tears in his eyes from the pain. Weasley was sitting there expectantly, waiting for Draco to react.