Draco was in one of his advanced spell classes, the professor, who's name he did not care to learn, was having the students practice an incantation that materializes the thing that the spell caster thinks about the most.

When it was Draco's turn to go up some students made jokes about him casting an image of himself. The second the spell was mumbled off of his lips the class went silent. Before Draco stood the memory of a girl, pretty and about as tall as Draco, as the memory played her hand reached out to touch Draco's face but before her fingers could touch his cheek she disappeared. The memory he held so dear was that of his childhood friend, his first love.

The class was still silent, Draco swore they could hear his heartbeat, he was trying his best to mask every emotion that he was feeling. The rest of the day went by in a blur although he could hear whispers about him, about the girl.

A few weeks after this, Dumbledore welcomed some transfer students from another school, one girl in particular, who was sorted into Slytherin, looked like a slightly older version of the girl of Draco's memory. During the small event Draco didn't even bother to look up. He looked up once people started whispering about the girl, saying she was the one of Draco's memory.