"No." He went to lift the damned bottle to his lips, and Hermione lost patience and lunged forward, snatching at it. He was drunk, reflexes dulled – it should have been easy. It wasn't, Hermione thought absently as he whipped the bottle up out of her reach and kicked her legs out from under her. Luckily the bed mostly broke her fall as she collapsed in an undignified heap, trying to work out what had just happened. She shoved herself to her feet and spun around to fix Draco with a dangerous look.