Harry wrinkled his nose, and looked at Draco. "He's in the nursery. Figured most people wouldn't like to see a baby at a ball. Though he would be the most handsome attendee, if I do say so myself."
He was blushing, and he couldn't help that fact. Actually, because Draco called it out, his blush spread more. "It's uh... I might have partook in a few sips before coming. Here. Tonight."
Wow, was it just him, or was it hot in the Great Hall? Maybe he shouldn't have had that champagne of which he just took another sip.