"Merlin’s fucking balls, woman, be careful!" She lifted her head and glared at Draco blearily as he stopped a few steps below her, and bent to pick up the bottles, lurching unsteadily. "Hermione – Hermione, are you drunk?" It would have been nearly comical but for the stricken look in her eyes, but Draco rambled on, grabbing her arm to steady her as she insisted on gathering up the bloody bottles of what he could see now was some sort of liquor – Muggle by the look of it. Her body was rigid and her hands trembled like she was ill, and worry snuck through him. What had happened out there? Draco had known she shouldn’t go on the bloody mission.