"Wait," Hermione whispered, her memory reeling back to the ritual of Blood and Water. The fear, the sinking, the drowning, and the frequent glimmers of guilt–it was all beginning to make sense. "Our first ritual, the one of Blood and Water, I think...no, I know you were drowning, Draco," she alleged, recalling how terrible and helpless she had felt literally sinking into the murky depths. "I thought it was me; I thought it was just an effect from the ritual."