Draco. This was a memorial to the wizard Hermione had loved and lost. The love that could not be, that was torn away from her because of a stupid agreement on his part. There were still no other pictures of Draco in her home, this being the only one. Swallowing down his misplaced jealousy, he watched as Draco and Hermione danced together slowly in the picture before looking into one another’s eyes and sharing a loving kiss. Draco was a good wizard, probably one of the best Loki met in his brief time interacting with the secret race. If Hermione couldn’t be with him, then Draco would be exactly the type of person he’d want her to have.