The dining room was silent. Draco sat at the head of the table, eating soup. Hermione hadn't touched her food at all. She sat still, her hands hidden underneath the table, worrying the fabric of her dress. Draco's legs extended under the table, spreading wide enough to cross over her legs. They could hear birds chirping far away, the open window letting in a weak breeze. Sunlight filtered in from the tall, wide windows, and all the silver on the table gleamed prettily. It was so strong it hurt her eyes. Hermione fought back an impatient sigh.