My some kind of divine intervention, Draco had managed to let go of his thoughts of Harry, figuring with himself that that ship had long since sailed and that there was no reason to obsess over that anymore. So naturally, the only proper thing to do after such a revelation was to get absolutely hammered.<br/>Luckily for Draco, Pansy was exactly the right kind of person to indulge him in that kind of mad behaviour and as he stumbled into the flat, not sure whether Harry was home or not, he realised that maybe he had had a little too much.<br/>He blessed the fact that he didn’t have classes in the morning, as he kicked off his stilettos, only then realising what a terrible ruckus he was making.<br/>That was why, he told himself, he went to Harry’s door to see if he was home, gingerly knocking on the door to his room.