She said nothing, just stared at her bottle, drank from it with a shudder each time the alcohol slipped down her throat. Something very bad must have happened on the mission. Draco wondered if someone had died. If so it couldn’t have been Potter, or Weasley – if it had been either of them Hermione wouldn’t just be drunk, she would be in pieces. His mind ticked through all the ways the mission could have gone wrong, but he didn’t say anything. Just waited until she was ready to talk.