She wasn't surprised to hear the same footsteps meters away as she built her fire again. Part of her expected him to show up. He might not have given her any verbal indication that he would return, but she knew. Perhaps they were beginning to get to know each other much better than she ever anticipated. While she used the Muggle lighter she'd stolen months earlier from an unsuspecting smoker in a pub to light the fire she'd built, Draco dropped a paper sack of delicious smelling greasy takeaway next to her without saying a single word. Her stomach growled at the promise of hot food. He took his own sack to the opposite side of the campfire.