It's a while longer than half an hour before Malfoy appears again, carrying a heavily laden tray in his arms, and kicking the door shut behind him. Hermione catches the scent of something, and her mouth waters despite herself. She sniffs the air. "Is that...?" she begins, and then snaps her mouth shut. Malfoy actually grins. He lays the tray down on the table, and takes off the cover with a silly flourish that she would have teased him for, in another life. Unable to resist the scents, and dreadfully curious as to what exactly Malfoy has gotten, Hermione stands and edges closer to the table. Oh, Merlin.