Draco cleared his throat again and he fought the urge to pull away, to get some space, to turn away from her. "Ah... May of 1997?" He felt her jolt of surprise, felt her pull back. He let her go, dropping his hands as he reluctantly opened his eyes to look at her. She was staring at him, mouth agape, eyes impossibly round. He tried for a smile and shrugged his shoulders. It was the last time they'd been together. The last time, before that terrible night on the Astronomy tower, that he'd been truly alone with her.