"I'm not the one who needs your sympathy, Granger," he says wearily, and then gets up, leaving the bottle on the table as he heads into the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes. She bites her lip, not speaking because yes he is, only he refuses it. Draining her glass, Hermione turns her gaze to the bottle he's left on the small table; the paper label is brightly blood-streaked from his hand, as is most of the rest of the bottle. She wrinkles her nose and decides against topping up her glass – and wonders idly if that was Malfoy's plan all along. He's right though, she knows – she needs to sober up.