His head snapped up at the sound of Hermione’s voice. She ran as soon as she saw him, her face breaking into that smile that was only for him, eyes shining with tears. She threw her arms around his neck before he could say anything, burying her face in his jumper. Draco couldn’t help but hold her tightly as he felt the familiar hum of their magic together. She was shaking and sobbing. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her unruly curls one last time. She always smelled like lavender, vanilla, and soap. She told him it was her Muggle shampoo.