"My friends don’t  not like  me, Draco Malfoy." She snapped back at him and he gripped the bottle of ale in his hands. It was ice cold and he enjoyed the feeling of grounding that it supplied. He needed it, his brain was starting to feel fuzzy and almost like his words were about to work to their own accord. "They just -" she cut herself off, shaking her head with a scoff. "They’re just  bitches. "