Hermione shook her head, but she couldn’t force herself to tell him off. He brought her food and coffee–how was she supposed to hex him for that? So, with a small smile, she went back to work, and Malfoy did the same thing, working on his own pile of essays. It felt strange, working in a companionable silence with him, and Hermione felt an absurd feeling of deja vu washing over her. Not in a million years she imagined herself to be working hand in hand with one of her enemies. 