He ignored the way she studied him and made his coffee. He stirred in no cream but did add one sugar. He felt her studying his every move. So he reached over, opened the Prophet, and began reading while sipping his coffee. Granger eventually turned to her own display of food before her. She took the Quibbler from his tray and started reading through that. The two of them fell into a comfortable silence. Her hair was an untamed mass between them, but Draco found himself admiring the wildness of it over his paper. He could feel her eyes shift over to him every few moments and watch his mouth or linger on his exposed torso.