September 17th, 1998"Just because I invited you to come over any time you want, does not mean that I
invited you to drink my entire stash of firewhisky," Sirius said as he walked into the drawing
room to find Draco sitting in his chair, drinking from a crystal tumbler. He snatched the
glass from his cousin's hand and sighed loudly. "Besides it's ten in the bloody morning,"
he shook his head before draining the rest of the liquor.
"Don't let Granger see you drinking that," Draco cautioned. "Where's that good
bottle of bourbon?"
"In the cabinet, and why shouldn't I let Hermione see me drinking?" Sirius asked,
narrowing his eyes.
"She'll be in a mood," Draco said as he stacked his feet on the table in front of him,
crossing his ankles. "Lupin sent an owl this morning warning everyone that Skeeter's new
book will hit the shelves today, and something about the paper that I didn't bother reading."
Sirius sighed. "Fuck."
"Language," Hermione scolded him as she walked into the room. "And I am not in
a mood, Malfoy," she said, narrowing her eyes at Draco.
"Good morning, kitten." Sirius smiled up at her, reaching his hand out and brushing
it against her side gently as she passed him.
"Yes," Hermione said, eyeing the glass in his hand. "It is morning."
"I told him it was too early to drink," Draco insisted, tossing his cousin a smirk.
"Honestly, Sirius, you couldn't even wait until lunch?"
Sirius narrowed his gaze at Draco, and the mirrored set of silver-grey eyes flashed
in amusement.
"What're your plans for the day, kitten?"
"Probably just go back to bed. Read a book or two," Hermione said quietly as she
took a lock of her hair and twisted it anxiously in her fingers.
Sirius sighed at the sight. "Absolutely not. You need to get out of this house."
"You want to go out?" she asked him, misunderstanding his words.