He sweeps a scornful glance at the thin man with the notepad, who flinches and grasps reflexively for his quill. “Move,” Malfoy orders him, sitting down almost before the man can take his things and leave. He grunts, as the corner of the man’s jacket is pulled out from under him, and turns to face Potter. Draco, I have never loved you more! I so want a part two of this where Harry has to face Draco in the morning! Maybe once you've sobered up?