"I should bandage your back," she says abruptly, and stands up with jerky, awkward movements, feeling stiff from sitting awkwardly, and oddly off-balance. Malfoy doesn't say anything, just grunts acknowledgement and takes a long swig from the bottle of firewhiskey, which is now nearly empty; she doesn't know how drunk he is exactly, but she suspects the answer is: very. She clears her throat and then tries to use his wand to transfigure a pillowslip into neat rolls of stretchy bandage, and it only takes her several tries, a little swearing, and Malfoy's obvious amusement.