Viktor and Hermione make towards the doorway and to the courtyard, where they start kissing, surprising the deatheater again, but only briefly, as the brunette twitches and pushes the Bulgarian backwards with a sincere expression. "I'm sorry, I just can't." She cries out, before running off, and Bellatrix knows why, the poor boy is clueless though, as she watches him, while waiting for the memory to fade, though it doesn't.