6- Hermione POV
I was sitting at the table with Harry, eating the breakfast I'd gone to get when Malfoy walked out of the bathroom, steam from his shower following him. His face stained red when he saw us.
"I wonder what's got him all embarrassed. He probably knows you spend the night and thinks we're sleeping together." I told Harry, looking up to see his face red too.
For the first time since the war when he kept his lips tight and eyes resolutely on his breakfast, I didn't think it was because he was sad.
