Draco digs his fingers into the scarf. The rough wool scratches his skin, and the faint smell of her perfume wafts up as he drags it out of his case. It's not soft, it's not luxurious, and he'd never purchase it with his own money, but the  having  satisfies him on a profound level. It's hers, and he can't take  her,  but he can take  this.