Hermione felt pleasantly drowsy and warm, and she instinctively snuggled closer into the firm body pressed against her right side. Draco made a small surprised sound and then his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she let her head fall against his chest. They both sat across his bed, leaning on the wall, Hermione’s feet and half of Draco’s lower legs dangling off the edge. Hermione still clutched her bottle of vodka, which was now just barely two-thirds full. Her body felt both heavy and light at the same time. It was as if her limbs were encased in lead, but she was floating free of them. Being horrendously drunk appeared to be a most unsettling, but nevertheless rather pleasant sensation.