It had been over a hundred years since Midsummer had been celebrated on Manor grounds, but even in Draco’s irrational outburst, he knew he would agree to it. A celebration of the holiday, and a sealing of their bond, together, sounded incredible. Perfect, he would go so far as to admit. In resignation, he let out a sigh and kneeled next to where Hermione sat. Draco took her hand in his and listened to the way his heart nearly beat out of his chest at the idea of sealing their bond. This was more than any other magical binding– this was beyond what a  marriage bond  would even look like. 