Malfoy cleared his throat, running his hands through his hair and looking away. "No, I just came in for a few potions ingredients. I’ll eat when I’m finished with this brew." He headed toward the pantry, and Hermione physically bit her tongue to avoid asking him about the potion he was working on. She hadn’t forgotten his truth-telling Remembrall, and still desperately wanted to know how he had managed it, but he was returning with a line of jars levitating behind him. He nodded to her once, and with a curt "Granger," in farewell he swept out of the room. 