Hermione noticed his perfect posture as he took a seat and poured himself a cup of tea, his hair shaped in perfect disarray flopped lightly over at the tips. She hadn't known he was there helping yesterday, if she had she would have thanked him last night as she did Theo. But Ron was right in a way, the Malfoy she knew would never have made attempts to  save  her life, especially since it wasn't him who endangered it. If that were the case he may want to save his own ass, but according to Harry, he was the reason she sat here this morning, breathing normally, completely intact. Suddenly, Malfoy looked up and over at her, his cold grey stare marginally wider for a split second before it hardened. The warm open look he had with his friends dripped surreptitiously from his face, his usual sneer replacing any sense of openness. She felt a gentle tug in the centre of her chest when his steely eyes met her own, she turned back towards Harry and Ron to rejoin the conversation, leaving the mystery of Draco Malfoy to simmer away gently in the deepest recess of her mind.