They must have walked for hours. But he never once faltered or needed a rest. He paced the hallways of the museum with patience that perplexed her. This wasn’t the Draco of her memory. He was still so young and thin then. A hollowed shell of the man he is now. This Draco was the one who had her bound in his room. This was the Draco that had stopped her from killing Smith. She closed her eyes and inhaled. The same smell lingered.