"It was nice to see you, mother," Draco said, a twist of wistful sadness in his voice, and then he turned and walked away. Hermione didn't look back at Narcissa who sat silently on the couch as if frozen. She stuck close at Draco's side, fingers curled around his wrist, feeling his pulse flutter quick and hard beneath his skin. And then they were out the door and Hermione pulled it shut with a rattle behind them, leaving them in the dark, musty corridor together, alone. He led them quickly along the corridor toward the kitchen as if he couldn't wait to get away, but as soon as they rounded a corner he let out a rasping breath, stopping in his tracks and leaning heavily against the wall.