True to his word he came out after a couple of trips with coffee and an assortment of fruits and breads. Hermione watched as Draco doctored a mug with three sugars and a generous splash of milk before handing it to her. She smiled up at him, the apples of her cheeks rising with the weight of it. In their short time together, he knew just how she liked to have her coffee. And she knew that his would be just this side of black and bitter. She chuckled to herself, black and bitter, like him, she thought.