When he stepped into Hermione’s home, the smell of the freshly baked bread and stew filled the air, causing his stomach to rumble in anticipation of the meal. Draco even smiled when he saw Portia sitting at the table, though she had a quill in her hand and was bent over a stack of books and parchment. He greeted her and she rewarded him with a half smile, glancing up for only a moment before going back to her studies.