When did he start caring about Mudbloods? The question intrigues her, but eating is more important, and the flavours of the meal bursting over her tongue make it hard to think clearly. Hermione gorges herself until every last bit is gone and her stomach feels swollen and bloated, and when she rubs her hand over her abdomen, it feels rounder than before. She's already lost enough weight that emaciated would describe her pretty well perfectly, and the large meal in her belly sticks out roundly. "Oh Merlin," she sighs contentedly, sinking her head back against Malfoy's arm and thinking how much more comfortable he is than the hard stones of the cell, still holding his fingers so tight she thinks their hands may have melded together by now.