Thursday went by in a blur, Hermione had consultations in the morning and then research in the afternoon. She was up to her eyeballs in parchment and books when Draco arrived a few minutes before 5, a bag of takeout in hand. Draco stood in the doorway for a minute watching her work, her hair escaping the bun at the nape of her neck, the pen between her teeth as she flipped through a book. She stopped and made a note then tucked a slip of paper in the book and picked up another. This one she took a muggle highlighter too before beginning again on a third book. Draco leaned against the door frame, quietly placing the bag on the floor and just waited for her train of thought to slow down. She had worked the same way in the library at Hogwarts. Books and parchment surrounding her in organized chaos. 