Hermione took a sharp breath and in that moment– as she took in the scenery around them, the scent of the peonies, the deep scent of cedarwood that seemed to permeate Draco’s very being from his soap– she nearly laughed. Hermione had been through so much in such a short, yet mostly unlived life. That moment of peace, of pure rightness with Draco, brought Hermione closer to what she felt gravity had been pulling her to all those years ago when she met a pompous young blonde on the Hogwarts Express. 