"Okay." Draco summoned a plate and some of the food delicately cutting up portions to her and offering it out. She blinked and just like before her pupils blew out as though something had taken over her. She let him feed her dainty bits of the food as he contemplated on just what to send to McGonagall. He thought, maybe a memory, that would serve to ensure McGonagall not to blow the door off its hinges and kill him. Hermione made that purring coo noise between her food as she smiled leaning into his side as though for warmth. "What am I Draco?" She asked him quietly. 