āGranger is the most down to rumble witch Iāve ever met,ā Drago drunkenly slurs. He squints at Blaise and Pansy, not sure how they donāt just know this. āSheās just not as angry as the other two idiots are.ā
āDown to rumble?ā Blaise asks.Ā
āHow many fights has Granger provoked?ā Draco demands to know, ignoring Blaiseās question. Itās not his fault Blaise isnāt keeping up with their Ministry-mandated muggle studies course.
āLike eight,ā Pansy says, counting on her fingers. āThat time in third year, then in fourth then ināshit, our second seventh year? Does the war count?ā
āExactly, ā Draco says, ignoring how thatās not a count at all. āAnd how many fights has she won?ā
āOh fuck,ā Blaise says. He looks at Pansy with wide eyes. āOh, fuck, Pans, sheās won all of them.ā
Pansy touches the bridge of her nose. Granger broke it once. āI am aware.ā Ā
āSo the-the paper is wrong,ā Draco says. He feels (drunkenly) very offended by that. āWhen they say sheās the brains of the Golden Trio. Sheās not. Sheās got the least impulse control of all of them. Sheās the fuckinā brawn.ā
āOkay,ā Blaise says. āOkay, okay, okay, b-butāā He stares at his drink then looks back up. āShe still kicked your ass in Newts, mate.ā
Draco nods. āAnd thatās why Iām drinking,ā he says like heās won.
Pansy snorts and doesnāt bother pouring herself another drink. She takes a shot directly from the bottle.
