Disapproving best friends, not to mention, and disapproving exes. She doesn't even want to think of Ron in this moment, but if she were to think of him she'd think about how no kiss after that one shared during the final battle at Hogwarts ever truly satisfied her as much as the ones she's had tonight.

A marvel, really, that Draco is her equal in appetites.

Honesty, then, she decides - honesty is required.

"We're neighbours, actually. Did you know? I live around the corner," she blurts out, reaching out to brush a strand of hair that stuck itself to his forehead in all its sweaty glory.

"What are your opinions on breakfast?"