"Seriously, Hermione. It's nothing to worry about. Menopause is aggravating it slightly but I'm fine. I'm supposed to stay active." Jean took her hand. "I'm fine." she leaned forward "and that fellow walking through your garden is fine as well." She said conspiratorially. Hermione’s eyes darted to where Draco was examining a sunflower that was almost as tall as he was. He glanced back at the house and smiled at her. She blushed bright red as she quickly looked away and hoped the porch light did more obscuring than revealing. "Mother!" she exclaimed flustered,