Hermione had told herself that over and over all night while reading. Her thoughts eventually led her to that of her parents. They were soulmates in Hermione’s eyes, meant to be. When Malfoy had interrupted her thoughts, she was secretly thankful. She had a tendency to begin thinking of her parents on a happy thought and end up in a gutter of sadness soon after. She had been remembering her parents on a Sunday afternoon the summer after her third year, dancing in the kitchen with Fleetwood Mac on the record player in their living room.