"I- well, I was thinking about too much all at once. My mother’s garden, you. Though I do think about you quite often, Draco, so that’s not much to linger on," Hermione’s smile widened, but the concern did not leave Draco’s eyes. "I’m alright, I promise. The garden– it was... a good memory, Draco. I think it might be time to think of my parents and be happy, again. I want to remember them fondly, in happiness and light, the way they lived their lives. Not the tragic way they lost them." 