Hermione left him sitting huddled on the kitchen side of the table, right by the end – facing the doorway through to the foyer. But he turned his head as she left, and Hermione could feel his eyes burning into her as she disappeared into the kitchen. A few waves of Hermione’s wand and things flew into action, kettle whistling as it hastily boiled, mugs coming flying out of the cupboard, two tea bags dropped into the bottom of the mugs – and a generous teaspoon of sugar for her own cup. It only took a moment before two steaming hot mugs of tea sat on the bench, and she scooped them up, hurrying back through. Draco was sitting in exactly the same position when she came back, and his eyes flew to the doorway as Hermione walked in.