She searched the cupboards in the kitchen for something to eat even though her appetite hadn't made itself a nuisance yet. It was simply something for her to do, something to pass the time. Nothing looked good. She started to close the cupboards empty-handed until her eyes landed on a full bottle of fire whiskey shoved to the back. Not surprisingly, Draco had excellent taste in liquor. Deciding that this was the kind of day in which a glass was not necessary to drink the fire whiskey, Hermione carried only the bottle to the deep, comfortable sofa in front of the enchanted fireplace.