Draco's mouth twisted into a thoughtful pout and he stood up straight, sucking what little he had of himself in and clamping his hands around his small waist. Maybe it wasn't quite at twenty-eight inches - he hadn't measured himself since he was sixteen - but it was damn close.
"Please," he muttered, flicking his hair away from his eyes. "Don't use the word 'disco', it died out in the seventies along with bellbottoms and white suits with black shoes." He reached out and tugged an unsuspecting Stephen toward him, not caring that he was in the middle of a conversation with some other bloke behind them. "Of course I can pull blokes here," he added, slightly offended.