Draco wasn't entirely sure when it had happened. He really hadn't had that much to drink. Two, three? Certainly not more than three. Maybe. Drinks with food didn't count, right? But somewhere from the time he'd sat down in his room with his evening meal and his new vampire deterrent to the time he stood up to take his dishes back to the kitchen, the room had begun to turn.
It hadn't been as difficult as he thought it would be to smuggle alcohol into the Sanctuary, he'd just had to make a deal with the Groundskeeper and pay an unghastly large sum of money which may or may not have been a good idea, especially since it was the Groundskeeper who had told him that alcohol in the blood stream was a good deterrent against Vampires.
The liquor had come in a weird corked jug and smelled worse than anything he'd ever remembered. He wasn't a big drinker, there wasn't much time for that during the war, but he'd never remembered seeing anything this potent in Malfoy Manor when he was growing up.
The truly unfortunate part was it tasted worse than it smelled. Draco chose to take it like medicine and while he wasn't sure how much would be enough to affect the quality of his blood he figured he would know when he got there. The real problem was he was beginning to think it wasn't working at all until he stood up and everything seemed to hit him at once.
The dishes, he realized, weren't going to make it to the kitchen so he left them in the hallway and instead concentrated on getting himself there. He didn't like the effect the home made liquor was giving him, the disorientation and the loss of control. There wasn't any buzz of joy that he had always thought there would be, his problems didn't melt away. In fact they only seemed to get worse, especially when he realized not only was he very drunk but also incapable of protecting himself should a situation arise.
Staggering down the hall he nearly collided with a doorway (a doorway that also saved him from falling over). He blinked blurrily forward and caught sight of a familiar red head - at least he thought it was Percy, his eyes seemed a little foggy - and frowned. "Weasley-" he hissed a little desperately, gesturing him over.