They held hands and walked through the castle, down the winding paths that had eroded and developed over time under the feet of several thousand Hogwarts students. Draco was showing Hermione all the plants along the way that he knew of and told many stories of his grandmother Druella Black, for the most part she was a pure-blood elitist but for a brief while when he was young she had just been Draco’s grandmother; something she was really good at at the time and clearly had a lasting effect. 