The early spring breeze blew through the small graveyard, drying the tears on Hermione's cheeks. It was almost as if Draco was there, wiping them away for her. It gave her some strength to imagine him there. Ultimately, Hermione could sit here talking to Draco all night, but she had packing to do and plans to finalize. Her life was waiting for her, and she couldn't put it on hold any longer.