"Y-You're a dragon…"
"And you're bloody drunk." Draco rolled his eyes. "Of all the days, I had to get stuck bringing a drunk Weasley back to his herd…" he muttered.
"O-Oi! Don't be rude!" Charlie hiccupped, moving his arm to whack the Malfoy, only to miss by a good three feet.
The ex-Slytherin raised his eyebrow. "O- Wait, no, don't throw up on my carpet!"
Camp Potter: fireworks show, Charlie/Draco.
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