Draco looked up, then down where he and Hermione stood upon Ophiucus. The meteor shower would begin any moment, and as they stood together, each grasping their wand, red ribbon encircling each of their wrists, joined together, Draco nearly shook. He’d felt the pull, again. The pull toward Hermione. And when their hands joined with the ribbon, his skin felt alight, the fire rushing through him like it had the very first time. 