XXXVI. Chicken
"I bet dragon meat tastes a bit like chicken."
As per usual, Blaise seemed to be totally unaware that it was two-o-clock in the morning and normal people, namely Theodore, were actually trying to sleep.
"Zabini, shut up."
"I'm right though, aren't I?"
"I neither know nor care," Theodore mumbled into his pillow. "For some reason I doubt that dragon meat is actually edible."
"Hang on a second, Draco means dragon!"
"What has that got to do with anything?"
"Well if Draco means dragon and dragon tastes like chicken, does that mean Draco tastes like chicken?"
Theodore momentarily wondered what Blaise had been taking, but then he heard a loud snore. Blaise had obviously been talking in his sleep again.