Everyone has a vice. Hermione struggles to control her magic after she loses the one she loves the most. The Order is struggling to stay alive. What on earth could Draco Malfoy do to help? AU/EWE Post-Hogwarts Dramione, extended war, rated M for language, drug use, explicit violence and sex.

The term "good grief" was not one that Draco liked. An oxymoron, it concealed the truth of what grief truly was. Grief was pain and tears and memories so happy they hurt. And for Draco, grief was a half empty bottle of Odgen's Best Firewhiskey and his pensieve. Draco mourns his loss and maybe gains a couple new allies. Maybe. This is a one-shot song fic!