The bottle was still three quarters of the way full when the front door opened. Startled by the abrupt entrance of her host dressed in his finest dress robes, Hermione almost dropped the fire whiskey she was dragging to her lips. To disappear before the fireworks were over was a grievous lack of etiquette. If he had an enemy watching him leave, he could potentially be in a great deal of trouble. Draco's tired eyes fell on his guest seated on his couch in his dressing gown drinking his whiskey. In an instant, he was smirking. Pulling his outer robes off and letting them drop in a heap on the floor, he made his way directly to where she was seated. Not needing an invitation as it was both his house and his liquor, Draco sat down next to Hermione and reached for the bottle. She gladly handed it over.