At the beginning of August she had been sorting out her clothes in one of the duffle bags she had brought with her earlier in the summer when she found a soft white t-shirt that was several sizes too big. She barely had to hold it up before she could tell it was the one Draco had lost at Doughty Street the first night they were together. She had held it up to herself and for the first time in a while allowed herself to be immersed in the memories of that night. She felt the touch of his skin, his hands in her hair, the sound of his breathing when they came. She had to snap out of it at that moment and carry on trying to not allow herself to get too caught up in her feelings. 