Harry's eyes lingered on Draco as the other disappeared and reappeared in the doorway, unable to keep an open mouth, crooked grin off of his face; the smile seeming to grow the longer he looked at Draco.<br/>"Eating," he just answered, not really sure what other explanation Draco expected. Allowing his wrist to lean on his thighs, fork and tubberware still in his hand, Harry eventually decided he could elaborate. Even before he spoke, his smile grew. "I'm drunk."