"I’m not stupid, Hermione. I know that look. You haven’t taken your eyes off Malfoy since you sat down in that chair, and you look like you want to eat him," Ginny hissed, a hint of disgust in her tone at the thought, and her eyes went to Draco, Hermione’s following hers. They both stared at Draco silently for a second; refilling his glass with less than steady movements, spilling firewhiskey over the side of his glass. He looked more relaxed than usual, drunk and sweet, biting his lip in intense concentration as he screwed the bottle top unsteadily back on one-handed.