"I don’t know," he replied, reaching out to tuck her against his chest. Hermione snuggled into place like she was always meant to be there; a perfect fit against his jagged edges. Draco ran a gentle hand over her hair, smoothing her wild curls as she sniffled into the darkness. "Mon— Your mum said that she didn’t know what it was. Just that something told them it was time to come home." 