Hermione’s head pounded and ached, and her eyes refused to focus properly as she walked slowly down the upstairs hallway, careful not to aggravate the massive hangover she was currently suffering. Draco had been right. Drinking that much was undeniably not worth the immense horror of the morning after. And to top it off, they had run out of headache potions in stock. Hermione had cast a few charms to ease the pain, but only a potion could clear it up completely. She was not in a good mood this morning, and no one had better cross her, or they would suffer the wrath of a hung-over Hermione Granger. Probably, she estimated, at least ten times worse than an ordinarily irritated Hermione.