“Stop that!” Draco snapped.
“Stop what?” Harry asked innocently.
“Doing that thing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous,” Draco complained.
“No, that would be the hangover,” Harry answered cheerfully. “Now come on, we’re supposed to meet Ron and Hermione at the Leaky Cauldron in half an hour, and you still look like you can barely stand up straight. Drink your hangover cure, and your Pepper-Up Potion, and let’s go!”
“Sod off, Potter…ow, my head! Okay, okay, I’m taking them!… Happy? Good, now can we please get out of here so I can get some decent coffee?”
“What’s wrong with my coffee?”
“Where to begin…” Draco muttered.
“Fine, we’ll go to Starbucks, just as long as we hurry, we don’t want to keep Ron and Hermione waiting,” Harry agreed, dragging Draco toward the door.