Draco arched his brow but obeyed. As soon as he disappeared behind the doors, Hermione raced to the library. She opened a small wooden cabinet and took out a bottle of Firewhiskey. Hermione eyed a glass for a moment before unscrewing the lid. It wouldn’t be necessary. She drank almost half of the bottle in under a minute. Coughing, she chewed on lime, which was always cut and ready to serve by the house-elves. Hermione paused, feeling the burning heat spread through her guts, and rushed back to the ballroom.