Hermione’s arm was looped through Draco’s as they stopped in front of a particularly beautiful bunch of peonies. The flowers were a soft white with the barest hint of pink just beginning to appear. A memory of strolling through her mother’s small tended garden behind their home in Hampstead brought a choked sob to her throat where Hermione caught it and swallowed it. Hermione’s grip tightened on Draco’s arm and she could feel his curious gaze.