She soaked contentedly for nearly a quarter of an hour, casting warming charms periodically on the water, before leisurely washing, all the while wondering what Draco could possibly have in mind. It was a lovely day - perhaps he’d have the elves set up an intimate table among the paths in the rose garden? Hermione daydreamed about how magical the garden would look with floating lanterns and fairy lights; Draco had admitted that he’d loved having his birthday parties out there as a child and pretending that he and his friends were in an enchanted forest. 