Memories were scattered about, playing out in front of him like a pensive with multiple options for viewing. Draco watched briefly as a young girl with wild curls ran through a park, chasing a kite. She turned back, still running, and smiled. Two prominent front teeth gleamed with her beaming smile. Memory after memory shuffled around him and Draco felt as though he were a voyeur for a moment. Hermione didn't consent to share any of these memories with him. When another memory pulled at his attention from his left, he froze at the sight. It was Hermione’s memory of their first shared dream. He stood, paralyzed, for a moment before remembering his purpose.