“Do me a favor?” His head was turned just enough so he could see her peripherally over his shoulder.
“Of course.” The reply was said with difficulty, she still hadn’t overcome the threatening tears.
“Remember me,” Draco said softly, his focus turned back to the empty hallway before them. Unbeknownst to Hermione, he had delved into her mind once that evening. A second viewing would ruin him.
“Please?” The plea was so soft she almost missed it over the noise of her own thoughts. He didn’t wait to hear the answer; instead Draco left the alcove to find sanctuary in his original destination. Hermione knew he wouldn’t have asked her for this if she was unable to fulfill his request.