dancing bears, painted wings

Hermione stared at him. And in a flash, something blurred in front of her eyes — some refraction of the light, like a prism of colors splashing over him. She remembered him from school so clearly for a moment. As if he had ever swept his arm out and allowed her to walk in front of him anywhere. It felt like another life. A different universe of events.

"Granger?"

She blinked, and it vanished. Malfoy was frowning at her.