"You're definitely on your way," Harry said, amusement showing clearly in his smile. "You can tell me all about your kinks when you're sober, though. I really want to see how that discussion goes." He took the bottle. "All right, enough of this for you. If you drink bubble, sugar and fruity shit, this is definitely not what you should be drinking." He shook his head. "Lightweight."
Harry couldn't even imagine getting drunk from the three sips that Draco had. Must be nice. "Sweet Merlin, you're giggling. You're banned from drinking ever again, Malfoy. If you want sweet and fruity, stick to juice."
he snorted. "I want to do something. A dark wizard would give me something to do. Drinking good firewhiskey can't be done 24/7. As you cleverly pointed out, we'd die." He looked around the room. "How do you think moving forward looks in a country with just us as wizards?"