Harry tugged on Draco's shirt with an uncertain expression. It didn't not fit, but it felt odd against his skin. He twisted and turned in front of the mirror and finally gave up. Clean clothes were better than clothes that wreaked of alcohol.
He scooped up his dirty clothes in one arm and headed back out to the living room. The fire was still lit and a small bag of Floo powder sat on the mantel.
Harry took a handful of the powder and cast it into the flames and said in a clear tone: "Gryffindor Common Room."