The funeral was over; everyone started leaving. Hermione saw Mr and Mrs Malfoy had come to pick all the teens up and take them home; she felt her heart lift. Even though these were dark times, she could enjoy her summer with friends. She imagined the garden of Malfoy Manor, with it's always blooming flowers; she thought of Draco and her laughing on a bench as he tucked a flower into her hair and she pinned one to his shirt.