"Sit. Eat," she says once she's chewed and swallowed her mouthful, gesturing to the chair opposite. If she shuts her eyes, she could almost be out with her dad - so she does close her eyes, and pretend for a moment. Sitting at a booth on vinyl seats, coke cold on her tongue and chips fresh and hot and salty, chatting about school and Harry and Ron, while her father listens and asks questions now and then. Hermione opens her eyes, to see Malfoy there instead. Palest platinum fringe falling fine and silky half over his eyes as he examines a packet of M&Ms, his mouth thoughtful and relaxed, slouching in his chair in his pyjamas, legs stretched out under the table. She shifts her foot and her toes bump against his, and he jolts, nearly dropping the M&Ms and staring up at her with wide eyes. Her lips twitch faintly into what could nearly be a smile, as she moves her foot away.