"Yes, Phillipe– he, well this place is where the Magic was imbued into the Malfoy line. I’m not sure how he did it. I’m sure there was some kind of illegal magic, but he was able to visit me here. It was... enlightening. It’s no blood curse, Hermione. It’s a gift, not a curse. I don’t think I will ever be able to put into words the relief I feel but... most of all I feel acceptance. I don’t want to push you, please take your time but I want this. I want to bond and tie my life to yours, if you’ll have me." Draco was breathing heavily by the time he finished speaking. He’d likely made no sense as his thoughts were a jumbled mess but the garden by the stream, the old cypress tree, it all made him feel safe and he needed Hermione to know where he stood.