Harry tried to give him an encouraging smile, "That’s good! That’s half the battle. Now, I want you to close your eyes," this Draco did only after allowing his eyes to linger a moment on Harry’s mouth, "and I wan’t you to visualise that memory. I want you to let it fill you up inside - imagine, that it's not a memory. Imagine that you’re there right now, in the middle of it, and borrow that joy, and hold it in your chest," the corner of Draco’s lips ticked up almost reluctantly, "now hold out your wand," his expression faltered slightly as he held his wand aloft, "and find that memory again. Don’t let it go, just don’t let it go," he found himself whispering, feeling for a moment as if he and Draco were in a world of their own rather than in the Room of Requirement with a bunch of teenagers, "Do you have hold of it?" Draco nodded, his expression soft again, "Good - now I want you to say the incantation with feeling, but don’t open your eyes until I tell you too, okay?"