For the first time in months, Harry had gotten drunk on beer. He wasn't entirely sure how it had gotten to this point, he had just been out with the guys to watch a televised rugby match at a near by sports bar. Harry had even felt sober leaving the campus bar, but the moment he stepped outside, the chill and the alcohol seemed to have hit him at once.<br/>Cold and clammy from the poorly ventilated bar, Harry had headed straight for the shower and stayed there for a good while. Harry wasn't one to linger in the shower, but had come to the conclusion that he was up this past his bedtime that time had lost its importance.<br/>By the time Harry finally managed to drag himself out of the shower his scalp was burning and his shoulders blushing from the long exposure to the warm water. Haphazardly dressing himself in his bathrobe, Harry had decided that it was as good a time as ever to eat tomorrows lunch.<br/>When Harry heard the front door go up, he was halfway through a poorly microwaved tupperware of lentil stew. He was resting on the edge of the kitchen table and had, in all honestly, not given his flatmate much thought. It was therefore with some surprise that he looked up at the newly arrived Draco. "Hi-"