"What?" she asked dumbly, and was acutely aware of the way her lips moved as she spoke, the world tilting and swaying around her, vision slightly blurred. She blinked like an owl, glazed and wide-eyed and Draco’s mouth curved into a slow, faint smile. Hermione blushed. She had never been anywhere near this drunk in her life, and she just knew she looked ridiculous. "What did I say?"