She hadn't realized she was smiling until Draco spoke. That had been a grand adventure. One that they would've gladly told their children about if the following day had ended differently. Though there were rumors that still swirled around about the escape on the back of the dragon, most of the citizens of the country did not know the story. Hermione certainly would never tell Oliver even if she had another chance. He didn't need to know about her past. There was enough curiosity in the child as it was to get him into trouble. As much as he might have looked just like a younger version of his father, there were times that he would behave so much like his mother she feared for his safety. What kind of terrible adventures was he getting himself involved in at Hogwarts? Was his first year anything like hers? If she heard that he'd faced down a mountain troll in a bathroom with two other first years, she wouldn't be the least bit surprised. No, the story of the dragon would go with her to her grave. Oliver didn't need any ideas.