"Ginny..." Hermione cut the younger witch off, weary warning in her voice as she turned away from the other to try to hide her puffy eyes and blotchy cheeks, combing her fingers through her hair. Draco drinking? God, that wasn’t exactly surprising though, after what had happened this morning. Hermione almost wanted to lose herself in the bottom of a bottle, except she knew that it wouldn’t fix anything, only delay the inevitable. Enough firewhiskey to fell a Hippogriff? Hah. Hermione thought with unexpected viciousness, that she hoped Draco’s hangover made him feel like his skull was splitting open. Draco deserved to feel terrible, after what had happened. What he’d said, and what he’d done. Hermione’s hand went unconsciously to her throat. He didn’t deserve to try to avoid feeling awful by getting blitzed.