"So," Draco said a moment later, setting his bottle back down on the table and leaning back in his chair, starting to feel flushed and light-headed as the alcohol worked its magic. "What did you want to talk about?" He couldn't refuse her, not when she looked at him like that. Hermione bit her lip and stared down at the small heap of paper shreds she was gathering, and Draco waited for her to say something with irritation and strain humming in his bones. He just wanted to go back downstairs and try to forget everything.