Gryffindor courage does not come in bottles labeled "Firewhiskey".

Draco Malfoy was working on his third bottle of Firewhiskey that night.

The Slytherin team had won the match setting them a head for the house cup and finally giving them one up on the Gryffindorks. The dungeon common room was filled with laughter and cheer making the uneasily erosion in Draco's gut twist in annoyance. They had won because he had taken Seamus and Potter out of the game.

Flying above the pitch Potter came to hover with in a few feet of himself.

"See anything interesting lately?" Potter had ask looking smug.

That was when Draco had known, Potter had planed for Draco to of seen that kiss.

Potter had actually turned his threat from the day before back around, making Draco's jaw twitch with irritation.

"What happens when he breaks her heart, or when she finds out?" Draco asked sound more concerned than he had any right to be.

"Seamus has been infatuated with her since fourth year, I finally gave him my blessing. I don't think he'll be letting her go after pinning for so long." Potter stated arrogantly.

"Why are you all the sudden okay with that leprechaun dating her?" Draco asked the fury building in his chest.

"At least it's not you." Potter answered the venom dripping off his words.

Draco had had enough. "Oh please Potter, you assume too much."

"Do I?" Harry answered suggesting other wise.

Draco couldn't help but turn watching as the Irish git scored another goal against his team.

"That's another one for Gryffindor, wow, Seamus sure is good at scoring." Harry said, looking at Draco, the innuendo not lost on the Slytherin. Draco grinned his teeth together looking out over the pitch for the snitch. The sooner this game ended the sooner he could get away from Potter.

That was when Draco came up with the ingenious idea of faking Potter out. Quickly he put his plan into action diving head long to the ground, smirking as Potter fallowed in suit. He waited until they were just a few feet from the pitch, shifting his weight and kicking the backend of Potter's broom sending the arse into the base of the Huffenpuff stand.

Seamus had been much easier to take care of, a simple bludger to the head and he was out cold for the remainder of the game, making the Sytherin victory that much easier.

The repercussions of his actions, however, did not feel nearly as satisfying as he had thought they would.

Hermione had been furious with him. Nothing he said or did could justifying his actions, because he would never admit to her or anyone else that he had been jealous, nor would she would ever accept the excuse that Potter was a meddling fool, who needed to mind his own fucking business.

So here Draco sat sulking drunk after an incredible win for his house, all because a curly haired midget told him off.

Why should it matter what she thought anyways, Draco tried to reason with himself.

She was more trouble then all the girls he had ever been with combined. Of course that was more of an insult to him then to the Head girl.

Draco knew he had to return to their common room at some point. Apologize and set things right with Granger.

Draco stood, then downed the last swig of firewisky, draining the bottle. That was when he realized that Gryffindor courage does not come in bottles labeled "Firewhiskey" and he would have to face the midget with a slightly drunk brain. That would clearly put him in a disadvantage. Refusing to hid in the Slytherin common room anymore, Draco made his way to the Heads dormitory ready to take penance for his sins.