"I've never used a time turner," Draco answered, and he remembered suddenly that moment in the bathroom. He'd looked at his hand, and something had been missing. Something he needed. "I feel sometimes like I'm split, part of me feels so much..." Older, he wanted to say, but didn't. "So different, as if I've changed something integral."
But the last part did make him nearly smile again. She was still in his lap, and not running or laughing. He had quite a bit more faith in his taste than he'd expected.