"It would probably work. I'm not a heavy drinker." Seeing his mother pissed all the time was a very strong deterrent. As Percy removed his coat, Draco hastily pushed his sleeves up to his elbows, making a decision, and stepped forward to pull him back into another embrace squeezing him tightly. "You should see it," he murmured, "it looks better than it smells."
Kissing the side of Percy's neck, Draco lazily hooked his arms over his shoulders, looking up at him. "Speaking of smells...you smell like squalor. Did you go home like I told you to?"