"You heard her," she said, avoiding a lie because she really was terrible at lying, and Draco was almost never fooled by her attempts. He shot her a funny look, suspicious, as if he knew there was more to it than that, but didn't say anything. It was early and the kitchen was empty except for Mrs Weasley, who dished up a bowl of porridge for each of them with a smile. They thanked her, taking the food through to the dining room which was empty and quiet, the sun streaming in through the net curtains at the windows and bathing Draco's hair in gold.