A few hours later, Hermione was covered in flour, painstakingly rolling out a perfectly even sheet of pastry and cutting it to fit the mini tart tins when Malfoy strolled in, his sleeves rolled to his elbows and a leather apron fitted over his shirt and trousers. Hermione didn’t notice him at first, until Tippy squeaked out a greeting. Her head snapped up, as shocked to see him in the kitchen as he seemed to be to see her; he had frozen in the doorway, a hand raised and seemingly forgotten as he took in the sight of her working alongside the elf. His Dark Mark was visible just peeking out of his sleeve, and she tracked his gaze to her forearm, where her  Mudblood  scar was also on display.