"If memory serves that particular blonde Slytherin often pushed your buttons just to see how red your face could get. And maybe to watch that vein in your head throb." How he possibly went so many years without realizing his feelings for Harry was a true mystery. "You're cute when you're angry you know. I always wondered if I could make actual sparks shoot out of your scar."
Draco just shrugged and nodded.
"That's fine. Though as I mentioned, you're very cute when you're in a rage." That was t entirely true. Draco had been genuinely frightened of Harry a time or too. But they was always in a life or death situation, when he went all hard steely eyed. Good, old fashioned pissed off Potter had been one of his favorite things growing up.
Draco sighed happily, shifting to give Harry better access to the ticklish place behind his ear.
"I'm great with alcohol." He braced himself with his left hand while the right encircled Harry's waist. "It only takes a few sips to get me tipsy, and a shot to really start having fun. That sounds better to me than needed drown in the foul stuff."