The House kitchen had two entrances; this was usually a great gain in a house as crowded as this, but it now meant that Harry found himself in the kitchen at the same time as Draco and Chad without realising it before it was too late. They were standing facing away from him, and Harry momentarily considered just to turn around and walk away the fuck away from their sweet nothings; but the sight of Draco reaching up to kiss Chad made Harry's stomach turn in a nausea that could only be fixed by a large volume of alcohol.<br/>Out of spite, Harry turned towards the nearest liquor bottle, and with clenched teeth he poured himself a good two thirds of a solo cup worth of vodka. For a moment it seemed like Harry might make it out without having to further acknowledge their presence, the loud music swallowing up the noises he made moving about, but when he turned to return through the door he had walked in through, Harry almost collided with another teammate who was entering.<br/>"Staying on the water-wagon tonight, Potter?" Lewis asked upon seeing the clear liquid of the glass, but that just made Harry scoff a bitter laugh.<br/>"This is straight up vodka," he answered, taking a defiant gulp of the glass. Only half aware of Lewis' muted<span style="font-style: italic">alright, game on</span>Harry turned to glance at Chad who had finally noticed his presence.<br/>"Don't mind me, I'm leaving," Harry interrupted the other, his voice bitter and unamused. His eyes momentarily moved from Chad to Draco, and with a clear look of disapproval, Harry turned around and left the room.