6am came bright and well washed from the nights storm. Hermione's watch woke her as usual, 20 minutes before she needed to be at work. She dressed quickly, her emergency bag held a handful of outfits, but she'd need to go home and get clothes today. Right now she pulled a blouse and dress slacks from the bag and magicked the wrinkles away. The shoes she had worn the day before would work with the outfit and it was nice enough for work. She tied her hair half back and then left her room, her medical robes folded across her arm. Draco was on the couch with a cup of coffee and a notebook he was actively writing in. He looked up when she walked into the common area. "Morning, "Mione." he said, trying to not be stupidly awkward and formal.  "I took the liberty of having Maudsley bring up some breakfast if you’ve got a few minutes before you have to leave." she realized then that there was a decent spread on the coffee table in front of him, pastries, sausages, eggs, toast, not quite the works, but most of it.  "Oh- thank you. I do still have a bit of time."  She laid the robe across the back of the chair then poured herself a cup of coffee and collected a small plate of food before deciding to sit down on the couch next to Draco. "What are you writing?" she asked as she sat down, he looked up at her, his hair falling into his eyes. He brushed it impatiently away and frowned back down at the paper- he had left his glasses somewhere in the chaos of yesterday and couldn’t for the life of him remember where. He wondered if there was some way he could charm them to the holster like his wand. "Drafting a letter to my mother. There’s going to be some shit in the newspaper this morning I’m sure, and I wanted to give her a heads up of what had happened on my side- well, our side. You’ll want to see Mrs. Weasley as soon as you can as well..." he looked up again, "unless you think she’ll be angry, in which case I vote to just leave it."