"Another g and t, on my tab." Before Hermione could argue, he shot her a glare. "I’ve already had yours taken care of, no sense in opening another." She opened her mouth again. "It’s fine, Granger. It’s not like I can’t afford it. Now, sit here like a good girl, keep a bloody eye on your drink, and I’ll be back when we’ve loaded the van." With that, Malfoy turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd, leaving a very flustered Hermione wondering just what the fuck she did to deserve this.