Draco stood over the ancient basin. The water circled around whimsically and turned blue and then to grey and back to a royal blue. The memories swirled around like a storm brewing, waiting to be watched. He was crying hysterically and didn't know what to do. It was all over the newspapers, his family was shamed and he would be sent to Azkaban.
He leaned his face closer to the basin and eventually dunked his head in and began reliving all of his precious memories with Hermione Granger.