Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the summer wind, she could smell the roses Narcissa had planted in the front garden. She knew that they needed to talk about the mundane things like living arrangements, her work schedule- her cat. Crookshanks was going to have a ball with such a place to creep all over. She hoped he’d get on with the house elves. She could feel Draco watching her. She had no idea what to make of him at the moment. That morning- when she’d told him they could still keep the distance she’d thought that was what he had wanted. Those six months he had been going on about to everyone but her. Then Ginny and Luna talking about how he looked at her.