A vast desert. Draco watched as Hermione approached on horseback. Her eyes gleamed in the hot sun, and she glowed as radiant as ever. She wore a simple dress, long, with a corset bodice, and he could see her boots peeking out. The hat on his own head gave him pause, before he realised nearly incredulously that he’d seen these hats described in a magazine before– a cowboy hat. Hermione brought the horse to a stop just as she reached him. "My moon," She called out, smiling to him, and the memory Draco replied just as quickly, "My sun," before offering her a hand. 