The only other time she’d seen that garden, that tree, was in the dream she shared with Draco. The only dream she’d ever shared with Draco. Hermione thought it quite curious, and meddlesome, if she were to be totally honest, that the magic of the bond seemed to allow them to share a dream in order to bring them one step closer to accepting the bond. The only logical conclusion she’d drawn about her now recurring dream was that it had to have some connection to their bond, but without the bloody book that was supposed to help them, she felt lost. 