As she glanced out the kitchen window into the quaint garden they’d re-built, Hermione quietly hummed under her breath, a familiar but distant Fleetwood Mac song her Mum used to listen to under her breath. Godric knew it wasn’t perfect, but it was a good life her and Draco had together, one that felt like home. Her eyes trained on the freshly repainted window sill and a small smile played across her lips. It was finally starting to look like home too.