Hermione dutifully threw him a kitchen towel, grabbed a bottle from behind the bar, and poured the three of them some hot brandy. Meanwhile, the other petite brunette assaulted Graham with the palm of her hand until he all but fell off the sofa he'd been crookedly snoring on. "What the fuck?" He grimaced, righting himself and rubbing at the back of his head. "What the bloody hell was that for?"