Closing his eyes, Draco let his mind wander - visions of his mother and father dressed in their fine black regalia, the last time he’d ridden his broom kitted out as Slytherin seeker, and the face of the girl he’d come to cherish. Every freckle and misplaced hair, the speck of gold that shone in her brown eyes, each dimple and crease that rose and fell as she laughed at his ridiculous lack of knowledge of magical history. 