Keeping his hold on Hermione, Draco lifted his face to the drizzling cascade of water, drenching his linen shirt sheer, and smiled. He smiled in a way that he hadn’t in a long time, his heart brimming with a disorienting euphoria that felt foreign. Hermione holding her head back once again, droplets falling through her curls, soaking the bosom of her linen dress. She was giggling, laughing with a wide smile as the band played, kicking her feet and splashing in the accumulating puddles. And Draco joined her, letting her glee fill him up until he was laughing too, for possibly the first time in over half a year. It was a sound that pulled darkness from his soul by the handfuls, leaving him feeling weightless, deliriously, dizzily happy as he swung Hermione around in their own made-up little step. 