If there was one thing Draco should have learnt by now that going out drinking with Pansy always is a bad idea, but evidence shows that that is very much not the case. This is proven once more, now that he is stumbling into his flat way too late, having basically forgotten everything about his flatmate, until he saw the light on in the kitchen. He did feel a little bad about his, what was sure to be, noisy entrance, but he could see that Harry was still up, so he didn't really feel bad about it.<br/>"Hullo Harry," Draco said with a warm smile. He knew that it was mostly the alcohol that made him this giddy, but he was actually happy to see Harry. Sure, things hadn't been ideal between them, but he actually liked spending time with Harry and being around him.<br/>He kicked off his shoes and went to join Harry in the kitchen, crooked grin on his lips. He does notice that Harry seems to only be wearing a robe, but he doesn't think too much about that. They are home after all so that shouldn't be a big deal. "What are you up to?"