Draco laughed a little laugh thinking back to those days, and rose to his feet, slowly. A heavy fog of migraine was throbbing in his skull, but the glowing of his fingertips had finally receded. Thinking about his Hermione was a shy cure to his pain. "She was amazing." He continued with a fond, but still broken smile. "I'm pretty sure we’re the most powerful Occlumens in existence. The only reason I’m able to break her walls is because I taught her and know where to break them and how to do it. That day, Lestrange tried and tried. It didn't work. Even under the Cruciatus Curse, her walls didn't break."