Chad looked very pleased with himself, and even more so upon receiving a kiss on the cheek from Draco. It was tempting just to say fuck the drink, and to lean up and kiss Chad properly, but they were interrupted by the sharp voice of Draco's roommate. It made Draco turn to look at him, and the look of... was it disgust? God, he would never learn to understand that man. It seemed completely unnecessary for him to be acting like that, and it was honestly just hurtful to him.<br/>He sighed, and softly grabbed Chad by the arm. "I want to dance," he concluded, wanting to think about something else. He took a rather large sip from the cup, happy that the drink was overly sweet, and barely tasted like alcohol.<br/>Chad grinned and nodded at that, oblivious to the disapproving look of his teammate. "Okay, let's go dance then," he said with a wide grin, as he once again wrapped an arm around Draco's waist. They moved through the crowd, Draco trying to drink without spilling his drink while walking, and somehow succeeding in the feat, before they made it to the "dancefloor". Chad pulled Draco in close, and soon they were moving to the music. It made it easier to forget about Harry's presence at the party.