"I had my own shopping to carry about. And she had arms. I'm not some sort of pack horse to be led about," Blaise sniffed. "And go easy on the champagne, Draco, we both know what happens when you drink too much."
Raising one eyebrow at Draco's pout and quiet confession, Blaise realized it was probably too late and Draco had probably had enough champagne. Oh dear. "Of course you do, pet. But you've got all these responsibilities now and I'd hate to cause you unwanted trouble. You and I can always do the same to get ourselves new dress robes for the occasion. Merlin knows I always need new ones."