Harry laughed. "I don't need alcohol for that. May I remind you who put the breaks on sex on that first night?" He went to the desk that held very little besides the tray with bottles and glasses. He poured a glass of elvish wine for Draco and a shot of firewhiskey for himself.
"Here, you can have this. I like you to be coherent when I kiss you." He handed Draco the glass and sat down on the couch. He took a sip of the firewhiskey before putting the glass down on the coffee table. If Ron was great for his drinking, Draco was the opposite. It was just strange drinking with a bloke who'd get drunk with a glass of firewhiskey.
"Scoot over." He lay down on the couch, head on Draco's lap, feet off the arm rest, while he looked up at Draco. "How was your first day back at work after that crap."