"Not drunk enough," he admitted, which he might not have if he wasn't tipsy. Or maybe he just didn't give a fuck if Malfoy knew it. It wasn't like he was ever drunk enough to admit it to Hermione. "Oh and I'm still the Chosen One, in case anyone forgot."
He looked at the school. "I'm going up to see McGonagall. It's our once a year heart-to-heart, where she tells me how thankful everyone is and how I should take time for myself." He knew that speech well, too, but time for what? He didn't really have anything other than Ron and Hermione. He wouldn't know what to do with free time. "Want to walk with me? For all time's sake? We can even hex each other if you want to go for the realistic experience. I'd rather not."
He didn't actually wait for an answer as he moved toward the gates. He knew that they would open for him. They always did. He didn't know if it was because of McGonagall or because of the castle, but he didn't like to think about the possibility that the school itself did it. "So what are you up to? I'd tell you about me, but you probably read all about it in the Prophet."