The disused classroom had been transformed into a summer garden in perpetual dusk. A dim glow of light illuminated the area in front of them, moss covered the pavers across the ground and vines full of blooming flowers crept up the walls. The flowers grew as Hermione watched, bloomed then shrivelled over to allow a new one to bloom in its place, repeating the cycle over and over. An enchanted summer breeze brushed past her cheeks, the scent of wildflowers and honeysuckle drifted around her. Tiny little lights glittered all over the room floating around from flower to flower. Hermione realised they were real fairy-lights, tiny fairies that glowed and twinkled in the dark paradise. She gasped in wonder, smiling around at the tiny creatures sprinkling a glittery substance behind them as they flew. Fairy dust. Finally, her eyes fell on a man standing across the room from her, his white blonde hair was styled so perfectly it made her grind her teeth a little at the unfairness of it all. He wore a blood red suit which could only be the latest fashion in wizarding dress robes, tailored wonderfully to fit his athletic form. The glow of the fairies passing over his head made his usually sharp features look muted and smooth, his jaw however remained as chiseled as ever. The tug in her abdomen reacted suddenly. She stumbled forward and reached out to Theo’s arm to steady herself. Malfoy noticed the movement and looked over to her warily. His eyes did that thing again, widening marginally before solidifying into steel grey walls. This time Hermione watched as he took a small step unwillingly in her direction before catching his own actions and immediately halting. It felt as though an enchantment hung over the two of them. Wonderstruck at the feeling she took a deep breath to steady her racing heart.