"Stant Cursus Amnes, Cursumque Trahunt Sydera Vincendi." She whispered with quiet conviction, and a steady hum of magic pulsed throughout the air. Hermione didn’t know the incantation, but the words came to her regardless.  Golden, glittering strands emerged from the wand and began to gravitate towards her. The tiny beads of light then formed a flickering pattern, traveling in a seemingly never-ending circle from her heart to Draco’s.