"Miss Goody-two-shoes," Draco spat, and Hermione realised just how drunk he was as his slurred barb struck home. "Always so intent on doing the right thing, poking your nose into other people's business and making a self-righteous nuisance of yourself," Draco continued, expression pained, the dark slashes of his eyebrows scrunched together, eyes narrowed. He dropped his head back against the wall and took another long drink, looking away from Hermione as if ignoring her would make her go away.