"Cho and I caught him about to run with the scrolls, and." Hermione’s shoulders slumped and she seemed to crumple in on herself, full lower lip trembling as she took another long drink. Her hands trembled and the level in the bottle went down far too much. Draco grabbed the bottle, pulled it firmly away from her mouth. A wet sheen of the vodka glistened on her lips, and she shuddered as she swallowed the last of the liquor. Draco felt a hot rush of entirely inappropriate arousal as Hermione carelessly swiped a finger over her alcohol-wet lower lip, collecting the beaded moisture and then licking it off her digit. He told his wayward thoughts and body to behave as he set the bottle down on his side of the table.