"Granger?"

She jumped, looking to Lucius's lips, confused when he hadn't spoken.

"Granger."

Spinning to her right, she found Draco standing next to her, in the same clothes he'd left in earlier that day for Edinburgh. Lifetimes ago.

She gasped, and her mind reached up, up, and out of the Pensieve.

Her hands were clenched white around the basin, her breath coming in quick gasps.

Draco was standing next to her with a furious look on his face. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I—I came in by accident. Well, I didn't mean to find the Pensieve—"

"How did you even get in here?"

Her mouth felt dry. "The door was open."

"And you just assumed that meant you had an open invitation?" he snarled, and she cringed away from him. "No one is allowed in here, not even Mother."

"There was no boundary spell—"

"So you thought that meant it was alright?" His brows popped off his forehead, his voice rising. She wrapped her arms around her waist. "Merlin, Granger. I just risked my life doing something you asked of me, and you can't even wait for me to come home before creating yet another catastrophe? If my father had caught you—"

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have. But… Draco." She bit her lip, searching his face. "Your father has a Pensieve you didn't know about. I watched a few of the memories, and—"

"Leave." His eyes were hard as steel, boring into her. "Please."

"But—"

"Granger, enough!" His voice echoed against the walls.

She jerked her head in a nod, and slid past him. She turned around to face him when she was in the corridor, searching for injuries even though the Acid Hex was months ago.

"How did it go? Charlotte?"

"Perfectly," he said flatly. "The Carrows were half-drunk when they threw me out, and no one saw me except for Charlotte. The potion worked, and she knows what she has to do with the Antidote."

Hermione blinked, licking her lips. "And did she suspect who you were?"

"No. She pressed me on my real identity, but she understood why I refused."

"That's—that's incredible, Draco." She smiled tentatively at him, but he was still glaring at her, his fists clenched. "Thank you," she whispered, and he shut the door in her face.

She trudged back to her room with shame and embarrassment boiling in her gut. She shoved it aside after a few minutes, focusing instead on the selection of memories Lucius had collected. Her mind roved over the first — Edinburgh. She shivered at the reminder of the Switzerland memory, remembering Bellatrix's cackle as she skipped out the door.

But at Dover. He could have stopped a third of the escapees at the beach, but he hesitated when he saw Narcissa's sister.

Hermione frowned at Draco's bedroom door, her guilt coming back to her in waves. Perhaps he didn't want her there when she returned, but she didn't care. He'd be forced to hear her apology.