"That was a joke, Draco. As shown by the rest that I said." He summoned the bottle of firewhiskey. He didn't use his wand. His magic seemed to be alive in a way that only seemed to be when things got serious and dangerous. He had to admit that he enjoyed the feeling.
"I have to hand it to you, you're even more stubborn than I am." He was still sure that there was some ulterior motive, even if he couldn't see it at the moment. Instead of worrying though, he just poured another glass. "But you're ruining my buzz. I was actually happy. Snape is brilliant company and he's shown me some pretty cool magic." And concentrating on the magic meant that he didn't have to think about anything else. Who'd have thought that Snape would end up being the one who was good for him.