The air in the room shifted, as if it knew sacred magic was about to be performed. Licia began the incantation, as threads of gold erupted from her wand, winding around Hermione and Draco’s arms. Hermione could feel his vulnerability, his vow to secrecy or risk his own magic. She did her best to breathe as he stared at her, reminding her of the look he gave her in Diagon Alley. It wasn’t malicious but guarded. 