And although Malfoy pulled away, he continued to hold her hand. His thumb caressed her knuckles gently and a distant memory made itself known. The salve he had given her in fifth year, when Umbridge had forced her to use a blood quill. The salve she hadn’t shared with anyone else, although she had wanted to. Because he had made her promise and somewhere along the line he had become important enough for her not to break her word.