Hermione sat there for a while, until Draco came looking for her, and then he held her while she cried anew. He touched his fingers to his lips and then traced Astoria's name etched in the granite. It was both the goodbye and hello they hadn't known they needed, and when they walked down the hill, hand in hand with Bea propped on Draco's hip, their hearts were as heavy as they were light.