"Oi, Potter. Toss me another," he interrupted, and Potter pulled another bottle out of the box by his chair, chucked it over. Draco sank back into his chair as Potter and Longbottom returned to their conversation, eyes narrowed as he noticed the stars doubling and wavering in the night sky. Krum was mostly silent, letting Potter and Neville chitter away without putting his oar in and Draco was glad – the sound of Krum’s voice was like nails on a blackboard in Draco’s ears.