Draco snorted but downed his.  Hermione sipped her tea but let her hand slide to the back of Draco's neck and rest there.  The high from whiskey just couldn't compete with what nature and magic would give her, and as the pair of long-time rivals matched one another shot for shot, boasting about Quidditch moves that couldn't be as outrageous as they claimed, she let the languid ease of her own intoxicant spread through her.