"Yes," Narcissa said, surprising Hermione enough that she looked at her, instead of the wall. Narcissa was watching her steadily. Her face was open, vulnerable, and written all over with a deep sorrow. "Hermione," she began, then paused. She took a breath, long and deep, then began again. "I hope to see the day when your positive memories of my home outshine its darkness. But, for now... perhaps we dine in the gardens?"