As usual, she was right, so Draco didn’t argue. He whispered his desire to their keys and several plates laden with food appeared out of thin air. The smell was nauseating and the image of Hermione in a sweater and jeans made him want to tear her clothes off again. An almost uncontrollable, animalistic urge. His mind was apparently unable to process normal information anymore. Hermione wrinkled her nose at the sight of the food as well.