Draco took the stone and slipped it into his pocket, where its weight reminded him of its presence.
"I- I suppose so," Draco said, thinking about it and trying to remember. "But it hardly matters, does it? Dreams don't make sense and time doesn't work the same way in them. So a memory and a premonition are much the same."
He almost wished that he could think that this time was also a dream. That would relieve some of the pressure for it to fit together and for him to move, in some way, forward.