When she'd calmed down and caught her breath she tried to lie down so her head would be in his lap, and Draco decided that was quite enough for one night.  He jerked his hand free and stood up, using the need to put what was left of the whiskey away as an excuse.  He did top off both his and Granger's glasses on his way to the kitchen.  Potter's he left as it was. Maybe the man would take the hint and leave.  When he turned back to face the seating area, she had her glass in hand and was sipping from it as though nothing had happened.  He wondered what that self-control cost her.  He admired her for it.