Ron didn't flinch as Malfoy started shouting; he was used to people shouting at him--his mother, suspects, Harry from time to time--and Malfoy's tantrums were really nothing special. He let him shout, and wasn't surprised when Harry told him to shut up. It was bloody hilarious, in its own way.
"Yeah, we've got firewhiskey. Professor McGonagall had a few bottles, and the house-elves were kind enough to keep them from spoiling. Let's go to my room, I'll catch you up and pour you both a drink. It'll be good for the shock." He knew that Hermione would scold him for 'enabling' Harry's use of alcohol, but Ron really didn't see what the big deal was. It was just firewhiskey. "Narcissa's from after the first of the trials, I think. I didn't ask her a specific date."
He started to lead the way back to his room. "We've been using what's left in the kitchen. The house-elves have kept a small stock of things. It's not what we're used to from Hogwarts, but it's gotten the job done," he said. "And Hogwarts has taken care of the rooms. I think Regulus has claimed what used to be the Slytherin area, Tonks is in Hufflepuff. I'm not quite sure where Narcissa is, but Sirius and Remus are in the tower. It'll rearrange itself for you two as well." He sighed, ran a hand through his hair again.
"We definitely need Hermione. I don't know if I can read through any more newspapers for information!"