The version of Hermione from the memory sat, tucked back near a large fruit tree– the same tree from their memory. He watched as she appeared to crush grain of some sort in a bowl with a rock. She looked up and from his right, Draco flinched as the memory version of himself approached. They were oddly clothed, and Draco realised Hermione must know much more about what was happening than he would. His knowledge of muggle history was still lacking, though he’d read much to try and keep up with her search for their shared history. 