"Draco! Over here!" This came from Theodore Nott (junior of course, Nott Sr was rotting in an Azkaban cell for being a Death Eater and all-round shitty person) Draco walked steadily down the centre and joined Theodore and Blaise Zabini, who inconspicuously handed Draco a small silver flask. Draco brought it to his lips and could feel the tingle of the Firewhisky before he took a generous helping. Handing it back to Blaise he nodded his thanks. 