Not knowing what to say or do for her husband, Hermione sat next to him to offer her silent support. They took turns passing the bottle back and forth. She hoped with the alcohol in her bloodstream she might feel less stressed and worried, but it didn't help. Not like her potions used to. If she had a vial or two and she hadn't made promises to never use them again, she could be numb, unafraid of what was happening. Some days she worried that she would never stop craving them. Did that make her weak? Or simply a broken human?