            Lucius sighed and dug into his pocket, revealing his handkerchief. Hermione smiled, tasting salt.  How ever did he manage to keep it, after all this time? "You have nothing to be sorry for," he chided gently as his comforting touch returned in a steady rhythm up and down her back. "Judging by the lack of curses being thrown, or shouting, I’d say the reunion is going quite well, considering the circumstances."