The dining room was thankfully empty, the liquor cabinet well-stocked again, and Draco nabbed another bottle of firewhiskey and hovered uncertainly in place for a moment, trying to decide where to retreat to drink himself into oblivion. The back porch he thought after vacillating between it and Hermione's bedroom; he was less likely to be disturbed out the back. No one ever really went out there, and Hermione was busy catching up with her friends and wouldn't wonder where he was for a while – long enough to get totally blitzed, hopefully.