"You look – those look like they fit," Malfoy says, correcting himself with a wince as he taps the dinner tray with his wand, and it pops out of existence. He turns away quickly, but not before Hermione sees the blush from his near-slip on his cheeks. He is dressed in warm clothes now – a thick jersey, and his boots on, and there is a cloak draped over the back of his chair.