"Well, so you say. We shall see, hmm?" Krum said arrogantly and Draco sneered, dropping his bottle into the pie of empties by his chair with a satisfying crashing, clinking noise that made Longbottom jump. Potter automatically tossed Draco another beer, and Draco nodded his thanks as Potter rather indiscreetly mouthed, sorry, indicating Krum with a tilt of his head. Draco flattened his lips and nodded again, cracking his beer open and taking a gulp. He was starting to become accustomed to the taste, although it paled compared to fine wizarding tipples like Meershoch or firewhiskey.