"I'm not some bloody child you can order about, Granger. If I want to have a few drinks to relax, I fucking well will." Granger. Once, what felt like a long, long time ago, that would have sounded normal coming out of Draco's mouth, saturated with drunken contempt and disgust as it was, but now...now it just sounded alien. Jarring and wrong. She wasn't supposed to be Granger to Draco, she was Hermione. And he loved her, and she loved him, and nothing was supposed to be like this. God, it hurt so much.