Harry turned to properly eye Draco, leanings backwards against the counter. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry managed to register the fact that Draco seemed uncomfortable admitting that he was still hung up on his ex, but it seemed like the liquor finally managed to drown out Harry's bedside manners. He frowned.<br/>"Why?" The question was too direct, and too reminiscent of a challenge, but Harry had to ask.<br/>Harry's hand moved to the counter on each side of him, gripping the cool edge of the stone counter. "He's ... He doesn't seem like that great of a guy."