Draco cast a cushioning charm on his shoes to silence his footsteps, and crept toward the curly headed witch. He felt as though he was being pulled in her direction, like he could close his eyes and be able to find her no matter her location in the room. She was hunched over, sorting through a pile of jewelry when she suddenly stopped. Her brow furrowed as she rubbed a spot on her chest, she didn’t look alarmed, just confused. Lifting her head, she looked around and it was obvious to Draco that she was not expecting to meet his gaze.