They had worked together for years. He’d seen her bent over arithmancy equations more times than he could count, but he had never before stopped to appreciate her competence. She was tenacious. Draco saw that she was staring at the calculations before her with the same sort of intensity he’d seen in her eyes in that last universe they’d visited, when she’d been looking at him in the library. He wanted to reach down, to tuck his fingers under her chin, to lift her face so that she was looking at him. He’d seen himself do it so many times. He could do it now.