The morning was beautiful and there was the promise of a warm afternoon. Hermione found herself in a rare mood and had stopped at the coffee shop near the Ministry and grabbed two croissants and two coffees.  Malfoy had been kind and didn’t press any further after her panic attack and when she went home that night, she had felt intrigued. She was curious about how well he handled the situation and she wanted to ask him about it, but they weren’t friends, she didn't have that right. 