Feeling a little less tightly wound the next morning at breakfast Draco sat in the chair beside Hermione which he pulled out for her as she entered the room. Narcissa watched the interaction with barely concealed glee as Hermione poured him a cup of peppermint tea out of habit. He stood and reached across her for the butter, leaning so his face was inches from her own and she sucked in a breath at his nearness. He winked and sat back down, watching the colour flood her neck and cheeks.  So far he was winning this battle, he thought.