"I told Remus to keep an eye on him. I knew he'd have bottle of something stashed away," she groused wearily, contemplating going down to the cellar and confronting Draco. Taking his firewhiskey away from him. Well that would go well, she thought dryly and her face screwed up in displeasure. She could ask Remus to do it, but Hermione couldn't shake the feeling – the stupid feeling – that Draco was her responsibility.