Draco wasn't interested in listening to Harry's insults of him, even if there was a lick of truth to them. He knew that he wasn't being entirely fair, but he felt that it was Harry who had started the war, and he was only fighting to keep himself alive. It wasn't pretty, but it was necessary if he wanted to be able to just live his life.<br/>Chad, sweet, kind Chad, seemed completely oblivious to the situation, and while he normally was a little dim, then Draco blamed most of this on the alcohol. He wasn't that stupid after all. "Yeah, I know. I'm lucky, right?" Chad responded with a huge grin, and honestly, Draco just wanted to get both of them out, before Harry decided that he didn't want to play nice anymore.<br/>Honestly, he was terrified of what his flat mate might do, if they kept talking to him, and he just really wanted to get away from him. He sighed, and pulled at Chad's sleeve, needing to get out as fast as possible. "Come on, let's get going."