"I won’t." He was instantly apologetic and subdued; none of the arrogant Malfoy manner apparent right now as he turned humble eyes back to his lunch. There was another long silence as he ate, and she, for lack of anything else to do, watched him surreptitiously. It was peaceful, in a weird sort of way. Upstairs there was always noise and bustle, always things to be done, talk of the war nearly constantly on people’s lips. Down here with Malfoy it was dim and empty apart from him, and Hermione found the silence oddly soothing.