Hermione turned carefully, facing the endless land that filled the Malfoy estate. Rolling hills accompanied by a small moor, and directly in front of her, a large pond. Hermione dug her bare feet into the grass, grasping at something Draco had mentioned to her about the land being able to ground their magic, make their bond stronger. She breathed in deeply, clean, crisp air filling her lungs. It was early morning, but Hermione had been unable to sleep knowing that tomorrow, she and Draco would seal their bond. Hermione watched on, looking out over the grounds, allowing the idea to settle in her bones that this– this would be her home, soon. They hadn’t told many– only Pansy, Blaise, Harry, Ginny, and Ron, that they would be completing the final ritual after Midsummer–