Once outside the gate the walk down the hill to Hogsmeade took less time than the walk up had. They were laughing about the slippery winter trips down that hill by the time they hit the bottom. The bell over the bookstore door chimed pleasantly as they walked in, and both had fond memories of the shop. They decided to spend half an hour browsing and split up, Scorpius with Draco, Hermione with the diaper bag. Fifteen minutes later they ran into each other in the tiny children's section. Draco was sitting on the floor with Scorpius in his lap reading a board book about dinosaurs to him when a curtain of red brown curls fell across his shoulder. He stumbled over the next dinosaur as Hermione leaned over his left shoulder, her hand on his right for balance. The spicy woody scent of Rosemary lingered in her hair.