The goats and sheep were delighted to see her resolve return to spending her days in the barns and fields. But Hermione had begun to resent it. The farm, Australia, her parents. It was all so much to bury herself in and she didn’t want to live like that anymore. Draco had been more than a distraction, he had been a mirror, reflecting how much she had given up. Draco had faced the boggart in his closet, but she hadn’t yet.