"Go on then, Granger," Pansy said grinning and drunk, shoving her mug across the table, and Hermione stepped across the big kitchen and collected it; discreetly sniffed the dregs of liquid in it with her back turned to Pansy. Firewhiskey – just as she'd thought. Hermione wondered how the girl was getting it, because Mrs Weasley was keeping the liquor cabinet locked and Pansy didn't have a wand to cast an unlocking charm. She bit her lip thinking, Draco, and hoping she was wrong as she rinsed out Pansy's cup, dropped a tea bag in it and filled the two cups with the boiling water, leaning back against the bench as she waited for it to brew. She didn't know how Pansy liked her tea but Hermione liked it strong and sweet, so that was how she was making it.