"Don't give up, Draco. No matter what, we'll figure it out. We're the Granger-Malfoys."Draco squeezed her shoulders before letting go. "I love you, I love Bea, and I love being a Granger-Malfoy."That reminds me," Hermione said, trying to sound casual. "Did you get the confirmation of the name changes yet? Both ours and Bea's?" She hadn't seen the envelope since they'd renovated. Maybe he'd filed the forms already."Not yet," Draco said. "There's something I have to do before I send it in."A loud puff sounded from the living room; a Floo call."Hermione? Are you home?"Hermione dropped the dress she was folding. "Harry! Yes, be right there." She turned to Draco. "I've actually been expecting some news from Harry. Do you mind if I pop over there quickly?"Not at all. Bea and I can finish these."My hero," she said, kissing him soundly on the lips before kissing Bea, too. "Love you both. Be back soon."Hermione stepped through the Floo, expecting to find herself in the Potter home. Instead, she found herself standing next to her best friend in an odd little building that looked like it wanted to be two different things simultaneously.On one side were two long wooden workbenches, each covered entirely with flora and fauna of all shapes and sizes. The ceiling on that side was slanted and made of glass, though in February, very little light came through. It looked like a poor imitation of a greenhouse, though the plants were clearly thriving.The other side had rich mahogany floors with ebony shelves lining the walls and forming neat aisles, like a bookstore. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, which was painted in the renaissance style. The shelves had long, thin boxes reminiscent of the wand cases from Ollivander's. In fact, now that she thought about it, they must be wand cases."Where are we?"