Hermione decides on "Hair of the Werewolf’, ordering aloud per Draco’s instructions. She still jumps when the drink appears with a pop before her, liberally garnished with mint leaves and lime wedges. As with most magical food and drink, she’s suspicious of it’s origin—but she doubts Draco would be receptive to conversation on elf rights. Instead, she sips it, Draco watching on. He laughs when she sputters and coughs, like he’d been waiting for it. Her eyes water. Yes, it’s good, but also inhumanly strong.