eve_malfoy
They stared at each other.
"This table is taken," Hermione said.
"I was here first," Draco replied, which was impressive, considering Hermione had been there for twenty minutes.
Before either could escalate into a full argument, Madam Pince appeared like an angry ghost.
"QUIET," she hissed.
Startled, Draco knocked over his bag. Out spilled parchment, a quill, and-most shockingly-a small tin of homemade biscuits.
Hermione blinked. "Are those... biscuits?"
Draco went pale. "No."
"They look like biscuits."
"They're not for eating," he said quickly.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "So they're for... decoration?"
Draco sighed. "My mum sent them. She thinks I don't eat enough."
Hermione stared. Then, very traitorously, she laughed.
Draco scowled. "You're enjoying this."
"Just a little," she said, still smiling. "Malfoy, defeated by baked goods."