You’re being creepy, Sabine says, and then squeezes beside Hermione to watch as well. Between the cracks of stacked canned soup, they can make out Malfoy opening the door to a fridge and peering into its contents. He takes out a red can of fizzy drink. He rolls it in his palm, inspecting it with surprising intensity. He looks like he might take it with him, but then decides to put it back, and takes out bottles of water instead. 