"I'd do anything for jeans instead of my Auror uniform. I don't know how the house-elves manage to get it clean by morning, but I need more than just this." He certainly wasn't wearing any of Finch's clothes. Instead he was stuck sleeping naked at night. "Try sleeping in a pair of joggers and then come back to me about not being comfortable."
"I can tell, and this is firewhiskey, what grown people drink." Harry shook his head. "Trust me, I can drink and be perfectly sober at the same time. I've done raids while drinking. Trust me, I'm immune to it by now." Hermione still thought that it was a terrible thing. He saw it as a plus. He'd done plenty of undercover work that required drinking and he was all right.
He turned his head to look at Draco. "You think my brain is nice? I thought that it was something else you thought it was nice. You weren't checking out my brain, that's for sure."