Before Hermione could protest, Draco pulled her closer to him and touched his forehead to hers. Everything around them disappeared in a tornado of thoughts and memories. She took his hand to feel that she was still anchored in the physical world. He didn’t withdraw, but also didn’t squeeze her hand back. When the image around them stabilized, they were looking at a younger version of themselves, sitting cross-legged on the ground and passing a bottle of Firewhisky from one to the other in a forest clearing. Their eyes were bloodshot and glassy and numerous vials that had previously contained all manners of hallucinogenic potions were strewn across the grass.