Draco wanted to ask her what this was about. Why, after over a week of leaving him alone, she had finally decided to corner him. But he kept his mouth shut. If she wanted to talk to him, she could talk; he wasn't going to make it easy on her. And he didn't really trust himself not to say too much, to reveal too much. So he kept his lips wrapped around the bottle of firewhiskey, drinking steadily and trying not to choke as the alcohol hit his empty stomach. Hermione made a harsh sound in the back of her throat, and snagged the other bottle, and Draco pressed his lips together, expecting her to demand the other bottle from him as well. Instead she unscrewed the cap and eyed the bottle suspiciously before sighing in what sounded like defeat, and taking a swig.