She walks back to the couch, drops onto it. He follows her, and sits in the armchair. It’s a rather close scene. Funny, as if they're friends, and she’s invited him around for a cuppa, barring the fact she just held him at wand point. Maybe they are friends, Hermione considers, and thinks of all the morning spent together, sipping tea, Draco eating toast in heinous, despicable, strange ways. 