They were sitting at his table, enjoying a cup of tea and an assortment of baked goods from the bakery across from his flat. Draco had run out to grab them while Hermione explored, finding their dead cell phones and plugging them in to charge. She thanked him for having multiple chargers. His flat was incredible; his office had 3 walls lined with books, and his living room had an overflowing bookshelf between two floor-to-ceiling windows. It was open and light; it was designed in greys, whites and blacks that made it feel warm. His kitchen was littered with muggle appliances, and her fingers had itched to make herself an espresso when she heard him enter the flat again. The Prophet laid on his counter, unread and ignored while they enjoyed each other's company.