Harry decided the moment he saw them; it was definitely worse seeing them kiss, than not seeing them do more. Draco's strikingly blonde hair was reflecting the cheap kid-sized disco ball somebody had hung up as half a joke, and for a moment it seemed impossible to look at anything else. Draco and Chad were entangled in a kiss, and Harry stared at it for a moment too long.<br/>"I'm gonna be sick," he said vaguely, looking away from the kiss while doing his best not to<span style="font-style: italic">sound</span>like it still was Draco what was bothering him.<br/>That seemed to work, seeing as Ginny took it as an opening to a new conversation (much to Harry's relief). "Well, you did just drink like 15 ounces of vodka -"<br/>Harry absent-mindedly hummed at that, having already decided that the best cure for his nausea was to drink even more.