Draco laughed and took another drink, stomach revolting on him. His head was all muddled and blurred and his tongue felt thickened and furry, words coming out disjointed and nonsensical. Fuck he was so drunk. Nymphadora was looking at him with her head canted a little to one side, eyes narrowed and swirling with pity and concern. He hated that expression. Didn't want her pity.