She exhaled, the corners of her lips pulling up into a soft smile, as she retrieved the Marauder’s Map from where she’d tucked it beneath her mattress. When she'd returned to Gryffindor Tower that fateful night, having assured Harry that Draco was simply using the bathroom, she’d successfully managed to make it back to her dorm without returning his sacred Map. Since then, she had allowed herself to stay up half the night, quietly watching Draco, her fingers grazing over his name and the small black footprints he made.