            He stepped inside without looking at her, sliding out the opposite chair and going through the process of making their coffees. When he slid one before her, milked and sugared just the way she liked it, Hermione finally forced herself to meet his eyes. "I...Thank you for allowing me to come early." Not what she meant to say, but it seemed a safer topic to broach than Did I ask you to kiss me last night when I was drunk off my ass and in a dead man’s bed? Did I kiss you?