            Hermione smiled as she set the cup down and pulled apart the flaky pastry. "You always seemed to know just how I like my coffee, even from the start," she mused, putting a bit of croissant in her mouth. It practically melted, and her fingers came away sticky with the sugary filling. As she raised her hand, about to stick her finger in her mouth to clean it, her eyes caught Lucius’s. The heat pooling in his pale irises was nearly palpable.