They sat against the crater in silence until Draco insisted they needed to leave, that it wasn’t safe to be there anymore. She watched him divest himself of his black robes, down to his knickers, and drape them over her head. They were warm, smelling of cedar and vetiver. Enveloped in the fabric, she allowed herself a few moments of the old Draco before the new Draco picked her up from the ground.  