Draco’s world spun and his stomach lurched in protest. His hand went to the table to steady himself and the bottle of vodka fell clattering on it and rolled away, released from his hand as he flattened it hard on the table for balance. His father was...dead? Hermione, Hermione Granger of all people, had been the one to kill Draco’s father? The girl he couldn’t deny that he had come to care about had killed his father.