"It was less of a 'I want to get drunk' and more of a 'I didn't know my limits' situation," Hermione said, cheeks a little red and lips thin as she took another sip of her lemondrop and watched the other man. She was continuously surprised by just how very... muggle Draco had gotten since school. Muggle pubs, muggle mobiles, what was next? A great love for muggle literature, an insight on "Wuthering Heights"? She nodded after a moment, looking to the bar and at Aberforth's back. "I wouldn't really eat anything here, if I was you," she said, leaning back in her seat and crossing her legs to get comfortable. "What is your daughter like? I only know her name," Hermione admitted.