And Draco was waiting for her outside of the bathroom, a half-empty glass of firewhiskey in hand and a molten look in his eyes, and he kissed her up against the wall, all drunken, muddled delight. And then he pulled back a little, swilled his glass and put it down on the end table by the bathroom door, bracing his hand on the wall by her head, standing close enough that she could feel his body heat.