He had noticed it the moment she had run into him in the hall, when they had first touched. It had been like an electrical charge pulsing through his body. His magic had positively sung as it felt hers, for the first time in years. And he had never experienced that before, not with her or anyone else for that matter. He had only felt a grating sense of hate towards her, which eventually had been replaced by a gnawing guilt. Draco had no idea what that meant, if anything, except that he wanted to experience it again. To feel  alive. It was enthralling. And no longer did he feel this deep rooted animosity around her, but a soothing sense of calmness. A quiet kind of peace. Acceptance. Something he thought he would never find again since the war had stripped him down to the darkest of emotions and thoughts. It was a...  rekindling, of sorts. To a kindness he had hidden away. 