"I imagine Potter and Weasley weren't thinking, as always," Draco couldn't resist saying out of old habit, and Hermione smiled tolerantly. Draco's pulse sped up, his eyes sliding away from hers, emptying the bottle a little more and welcoming the heat the drink kindled in his stomach. Hermione's eyes were disapproving on him as she stripped a bit of label off and dropped it on the table.