He quickly finished the chicken salad and walked back to the doorway, Hermione was on her knees pulling mugwort from one of the beds. "I like you," she grunted as she ripped a small plant out of the dirt and chucked it over her shoulder, "but you really shouldn't take over like this." Draco's heart hit the ground at the same time as the young plant. He wasn't trying to take over- he just wanted to help her. "I mean seriously. I know  now that you've got a rhizomatic root system." She pulled another 8 inch tall weed from the garden bed and sat back on her heels, lifting the plant to look at it with what could only be her "mcGonagall" look. He could imagine her using it on Scorpius one day for sliding down the banisters or getting caught sneaking out for a forbidden moonlit jaunt on his broom. "I should have planted your butt in a pot." She said sharply to the plant in her hand. Draco couldn’t help but laugh with relief. She was talking to the plants. Menacing them really. Hermione’s head whipped around at the sound of his laughter, 