But she feels as though she is in one of those episodes now, standing amidst rows of produce and non-perishable items, under fluorescent buzzing light fixtures, with Malfoy, a certified Death Eater turned double agent, browsing animal-shaped cereal with a baffled expression. Any second, she expects the credits to roll and this freakishly absurd episode will be over and Hermione can wake up between her parents on their couch. 