"Relax, Hermione. I'm sure it'll be fine. Mum hid all the booze last night – there's no way Draco could have gotten his hands on any," Ginny tried to reassure Hermione, but Hermione wasn't reassured. She knew Draco, and she was sure he would have a stash hidden somewhere that the others wouldn't find it. With the way he'd been drowning himself in liquor, he wasn't about to let his supply be taken away from him. God, Hermione worried about him so much. It would be so much easier if she could just hate Draco for everything he'd done, but try as she might, she couldn't. She loved him and she couldn't seem to stop. She just wished...