"So, I never got an answer about why you like science fiction," she began, pushing the last of her food about her plate with fidgety little pokes, watching Malfoy from the corner of her eye. He arched a brow – god he was efficient at being scathing – and methodically chewed and swallowed before answering her. Hermione waited impatiently, listening to the background noise of other conversations and cutlery clinking on plates.