He couldn't help the grin that followed. Once upon a time, Draco had hated the knowledge that a wizard could love Muggle stuff so much. Now? He found it almost endearing, actually.
"Well, there's always a way to do whatever you want, Ginny. One of the things Father taught me, actually. If you have an idea or something you want, don't let anything stop you from getting it. So far, it's proven to be good advice, though I can't agree that he's lived by his own advice." Draco grinned a little, leading her toward the sofa now.
"We could always toss in one of those films I purchased and get ourselves lovely and drunk, aye?" he commented lightly. Magically summoning a few bottles of alcohol, Draco brought in a few shot glasses for them both to use. "I suppose I'll let you pick your poison first, then. Plenty to choose from."