Hermione could see a shifting happening before her as she ran through the stacks towards Draco’s voice. It was strong, but their surroundings were slightly blurred. Not a true memory any longer, but something different. Hermione didn’t care though; she wasn’t just going through the motions like she had moments prior when she’d been living through the memory of the night before Dumbledor’s death. She was able to make choices now, and as odd as it was, she wanted to see what this new Draco wanted of her, even if he were just a figment of her imagination. 