"We eat together every day, Hermione," Malfoy pointed out, a sly, not-quite-benign mischief in every sharp line of him. "Breakfast, lunch, dinner...why would we want to go out?" He was all fake-innocence and Hermione huffed and glared at him, embarrassment lost beneath a rising annoyance. She didn't stop to think that perhaps that was why he had been gently goading her. She took a deep breath and stared him down.