Hermione was walking through a large garden. Draco was at her side, their clasped hands swinging loosely between them. She laughed light and carefree as he made a dry remark. It was spring, the flowers were in full bloom and the scent of thousands of blossoms filled the air. Draco looked good. Healthy and whole; shadows no longer clouding his eyes. "I love you’ He murmured, raising her hand to his mouth to press a kiss to her fingers. Hermione flinched when she spotted the Dark Mark on her arm. Identical to his. Twisting and turning and moving under her skin.