It was Sunday before Draco gave her an answer, the two of them having spent most of Saturday in their individual pursuits. But when Easter dawned, unusually clear and warm, her breakfast was hand-delivered not by one of the elves, who were off on their weekly shopping spree, but by Draco himself, who brought enough food to share. As they sipped their respective beverages (cappuccino for her, Earl Grey for him) and split the last blueberry muffin, he cleared his throat, speaking to his plate as though he couldn't bear to look her in the eye.