Harry stands up immediately, discarding his own drink in the grass, and crosses the distance between them. He reaches out to take the glass from her hand, but she pulls it out of his reach as he’s about to take it. When Harry looks up at her again, her smile is wicked and sly. Silently, she beckons him closer with her finger. Harry thinks he hears the sound of a gun being cocked somewhere in his mind. He steps closer, until he’s not even half a metre away, and she’s looming over him. She pulls the trigger by pushing the glass to his lips. Harry doesn't dare break her gaze as she pours the wine into his mouth. 