Remus wondered if he spent as much time tracing freckles as Hermione did scars. They flowed freely across her nose and cheekbones, before dropping off in numbers down the length of her neck and picking back up in multitudes across her shoulders. He traced them with the pads of his fingers, like a child playing Connect the Dots, or an astronomer charting the stars. Would he find the dragon constellation resting under her eyes? Does she carry a map of Draco with every step? He hoped so.