"In the twenty minutes I’ve been gone? Naughty girl." Hermione’s eyes went wide, and she resisted the urge to whimper at his words. "You’ll let me take you home, yes?" She nodded dumbly. Fuck, the gin was really getting to her now. Maybe she shouldn’t have had that last drink. Malfoy extended his hand, and Hermione allowed it to envelope hers. Gods, his hands were so big and so warm. 