Hermione blinked rapidly as a lump rose in her throat, suddenly feeling much more sober than a few moments before. She set the bottle aside and climbed onto Draco’s lap, straddling him and grasping his face in her hands. "You listen to me, Draco Malfoy," she said, staring into his bloodshot eyes. "What Bellatrix did to me was not your fault. I have never blamed you. I see who you are now, who you’re becoming. And this Draco is a good man."