Her pretty pink lips were curved in an alluring smile, her pearly white teeth shining in the moonlight. Though he was nearly twenty feet away, shrouded in the darkness provided by a broken streetlamp, Draco could swear he could see the subtle freckles that kissed her skin across the bridge of her nose and beneath her eyes. He had spent night after night trying to memorize the subtle constellations hidden in them, mesmerized by the way they lay scattered upon her face and somehow made her even more fetching. The memory of their time together, the seventeen months and twelve days they'd spent touring Europe and challenging each other and rumpling bedsheets and growing together, caused an uncomfortable twisting pain in his cold, unwelcoming heart. She seemed to have forgotten him already. Thirty days, and he was barely a shadow in her mind, since she now gazed at the ginger with the kind of adoration that Draco had always craved from her.