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ONE-SHOT: It's nine PM. Draco Malfoy watches Harry Potter quickly chug five Red Solo cups filled with some kind of liquid—might be cough syrup, might be alcohol—and then wander around the campground aimlessly, moaning about his breakup with Pansy fucking Parkinson. He's making a fucking fool of himself—drunk and moaning and positively reckless—and Draco wants it to stop. DM/HP.