Her gaze skittered from where it had been resting, flicking up to skid over Malfoy's face, which was set in a frown as he began to eat again. She smiled tentatively at him – nervous and awkward, the muscles around her mouth feeling stiff, and he took notice of it, unguarded surprise erasing the hard, scowling edges from his expression. The smile he returned to her after a puzzled moment was an uncertain, lopsided affair – and close-lipped, presumably because his mouth was stuffed with peas – but Hermione counted it as a definite victory.