Hermione and Draco lay in bed together in the Manor, her head on his chest, his thumb gently stroking her shoulder.  She had floo’d over after work. But not before going by her flat to get a head start on her first bottle of wine for the evening.  By the time they had finished dinner and stumbled into bed, they were both properly drunk.  This is often how it went. Hermione had tried to quit drinking. They both had. But the conversation inevitably turned into a full-on row with both of them screaming and one of them leaving. Draco much preferred not to spend their time together fighting.