It was some time before they came to a clearing, one that felt oddly familiar to Draco but he couldn’t place how or why. Silently, Draco stood to the side as Hermione and Ron discussed the more intricate details of his soon-to-be wedding. He quietly circled the clearing after he grew bored of standing in one spot and tried his damndest to figure out why it looked so familiar. Finally the thought hit him and he stopped short of his next step, this was the same clearing he and Harry had found themselves in during their first year. The same clearing where Voldemort drank the blood from a slain unicorn. Draco thought he might be sick so he crouched down and tried to work on steadying his breathing.