Ken and Draco walked silently back outside of the wards of Malfoy Manor. Both deep in thoughts. Draco thought about what to tell Hermione at home about this session with the Mind Healer, he didn't want to remind her of that day. They already had spoken hours and hours about it. He looked down at his palms, bearing the marks of his fingernails. He would have to heal that before coming home. He never understood why she chose to be with him, he couldn't save her that day, he couldn't help her, no matter how hard he had tried. He still didn't understand how she could stand to look at him. Days like today reminded him how special she was and how much he didn’t really deserve her. If he could apparate on his own today, he would go shopping and find her something nice. But no books, because he already got her every first edition he could find and if they would buy more books, he would have to buy a new house, just for her books. Maybe that would be a nice gift. A book house. That was a million-galleon idea, wasn’t it? He kept that thought carefully locked away, knowing full well he needed to find a birthday gift for her in the next few weeks.