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That night Draco sat on the couch in his common room, drinking. He’d managed to wrangle some of Ogden’s Firewhiskey from a house elf. So far he’d made it halfway through. Everything was good.
Sometime that night, Granger came in. She only noticed hom, however, at the sound of a large belch.
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Awww ^.^ He cares ;)
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