"I feel your pain," Malfoy said, as Hermione discovered the mysterious yoghurt-covered chunk was – mmm, persimmon. "Although I didn't think I'd ever hear you calling a dead war hero unflattering names." Hermione stared at him, forgetting to chew her persimmon in her embarrassed horror, mouth hanging ajar. Malfoy reached out and nudged it shut with a finger on the underside of her chin, and she flinched away, scrubbing at where he'd touched. The skin tingled irritatingly. She chewed and swallowed hastily enough to near choke, while he watched her with an arch, smug amusement.