"Thank you so much, Nymphadora. I'll run straight upstairs and beg Hermione to take me back, now that you've shown me the error of my ways," he said bitterly, eyes meeting hers. "And then we'll live happily ever after – oh wait, no we won't." Draco turned a scornful sneer on his cousin, slopping more drink into his glass and ignoring Nymphadora's hiss of exasperation. He toasted her sarcastically, smile dripping with drunken contempt, and in response she stepped forward and plucked the glass from his fingers before he could even react.