"Back again?" Draco asked, taking a glass and pouring two fingers, neat.
Hermione ignored him, a sour expression on her face. "You make me sound like an alcoholic."
He set the glass in front of her. "Your usual?"
She downed it in less than three seconds.
He tsked. "If I know your usual, Granger, then you are an alcoholic," he said, pouring her another glass.
"If you're asking me to get through this divorce sober-"
Draco scoffed. "When have I ever said that? Don't put words in my mouth."
Hermione groaned as she ran both hands through her hair before thunking her head on the counter.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
"If you keep doing that, you'll damage the wood."
She stuck her tongue out at him before downing her second glass.
He rolled his eyes. "Real mature."