Pansy's lips pursed up and her hand slipped beneath the table, pulling up a bottle of firewhiskey that she sloshed generously into her tea. Hermione wrinkled her nose up at the idea of Pansy getter drunker, but didn't say a word. "Fine. Fair enough. But I still don't fucking like it that you are the one hearing about..." Pansy's face spasmed and her fingers twitched around her mug, lifting it to her lips with a shaking hand and gulping some back, speech growing more and more affected by the drink. "I don't like you, Granger."