"All right, I'll see what I can do, but if we can't... it doesn't really matter, does it?" he said gently. He couldn't imagine anyone going through this just for the hell of it, but it sounded important to Millicent and as long as no one was looking into his mind, then he'd do it.
Draco took his wand out. "All right, ready then?" he asked while he took her hand. He waited for her nod, and then looked into her eyes
Getting into people's mind was never the same. Some people's minds were linear, clear, Draco liked to link those to Ravenclaws. However, most people were not like that. It would have be haunting to find the right path, but he'd learnt with his aunt, and no one could have a more convoluted mind than her.
Things were made easier by the fact that Millicent wanted to remember, but the downside was that he was almost assaulted by image after image. It took a moment to push away everything and started to concentrate. The first image wasn't unexpected. Millicent was drunk or high or both, sitting at the Leaky Cauldron, a man who wasn't Justin had his hand inside her robe, and from the way she was squirming, Draco had a pretty good idea what was happening.
He pulled back, getting out of her mind completely. "And I thought I liked a good time," he teased, but he would have never done what Millie had. He liked control too much. "Try to think of anything around October if you can remember, otherwise, let me do the work, okay?"