Hermione moved silently, her steps carefully spelled silent and her personal wards dancing millimeters from her skin. No hint of her scent or sound escaped her tightly woven magics. She could only be betrayed by disturbing one of the green fronds or if he caught sight of her directly – her disillusionment would handle any accidental glance. This one she’d waited too long for to risk losing him by some chance mistake. And taking him from his own garden was too delicious to pass up.