Getting drunk did nothing to help her attitude. All Hermione succeeded in doing was throwing up in the bathroom and barely managing to drag herself to the bed Antonin was happily asleep in. He had more experience and many more years handling his alcohol. Fire whiskey was his vice. It was just her lame substitution. When the sun rose the next morning and dared to shine in her eyes, she cried out and covered her face with a pillow. Amused to discover his wife was experiencing a horrible hangover, Antonin took pity on her by covering the windows and promising to search the cupboards for a hangover potion.