"Lunch," he said. "As in- we’re going. I’m taking you." Draco cleared his throat and moved to guide her back out the office door. She went without complaint, and he liked to imagine that he became less stilted during their sojourn outside, but only Granger could say the truth. He at least managed to eat, pay for their food, and see her off in the atrium. If his eyes slipped down to her backside as she walked to the lifts, no one had to know.