Hermione glanced at Lucius who had just backhanded Crookshanks off of his thigh. She grabbed the handle of the first knife her fingers closed around in her drawer and took a step forward to run past him, but the chloroform and alcohol mix made her even more unsteady than just the Firewhiskey had alone. Her body felt heavy and she was scared she could feel her body wanting to give out, but she fought the effects as best as she could. Lucius was now approaching her and she swung the boning knife in front of her. It was partially in warning for him to back off, and partially to test how well Hermione was able to wield it. If I can just stab him on my way past him... Her head tilted to the side as the world spun around her and she sunk to her knees.