Hermione walked into the village Sunday afternoon and caught the bus to her parents" neighborhood. She had about a twenty minute bus ride ahead of her so she pulled the latest letter from Draco out and began reading over it again, she had already responded to it. He had gone to the library on Saturday and was more than halfway through the Count of Monte Cristo. He also told of how he had taken Scorpius to see his maternal grandparents and how that hadn't gone badly, but hadn't gone well either. He wasn't sure how far to trust Adorabella Greengrass. Her bus stop came and she put the letter away carefully and started the short walk to her parents. She knew it was the smart thing to do, putting distance between herself and the Malfoys. But she also couldn't get them out of her head. Scorpius" little toothless grin. The way Draco smiled and laughed with her now. She wondered if Voldemort hadn't come back, if Draco's family hadn't been so racist, would they have been friends in school? Would they have dated 6th or 7th year? She took a deep breath. Gotta think about something else.