She was sitting on a large terrace, drinking tea out of bone china as she watched white peacocks flocking in the distance. The summer sun was tickling her face, making her bracelet sparkle. It matched the ring on her left hand. Equal parts ancient and extravagant. Everything was peaceful, undisturbed. And then there was the crack of apparition as Draco appeared. He was dressed in black, taking off the silver mask as he approached her. A Death Eater uniform. But Hermione didn’t startle. Instead, she put down her cup and reached for him. He smiled as he brushed a kiss against her lips, which she eagerly returned. Chuckling to himself, Draco knelt before her, putting one hand on the swell of her stomach that hadn’t been there before. "The Dark Lord is so very pleased with us, my darling wife.’