"... youngest brother was the humblest and also wisest of the brothers," Draco snorted and huffed a laugh. "and he did not trust Death. So, he asked for something that would enable him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility. Then-" Draco stopped for Hermione had bolted upright in their bed, her eyes frantic as her mind desperately struggled to find the memory it had triggered. Vaguely she felt Draco's hands on her bare skin and his voice asking her if something was wrong, but she didn't have the time to answer him just then. Her mind was otherwise occupied trying to search her entire cataloguing system of memories.