For well over an hour after the time Granger demanded they meet, he’s been ignoring the heavy weight of her stare burning into him; meanwhile he and Astoria circle the softly-lit room, collecting congratulations like he and Granger used to collect campaign endorsements. Switching from firewhiskey to amber-colored water had been a no-brainer. Draco couldn’t risk his faculties becoming even the slightest bit dulled. There was no question of the necessity of being sharp. Exacting. The precision of every nuance of this evening and all his calculations now needing to be perfectly concise; however, that didn’t mean he wasn’t aching for a bottle of Ogden’s.