Hermione was in heaven. Well, sort of. Technically speaking, she was smushed between Malfoy and Ginny in the back of a thestral-driven carriage. Despite the semantics, she was gushing over the informative tour around the island. It was nearing the lunch hour and they'd already made several stops including a twenty-minute stint at the ancient ruins of the island's original settlement. Whether or not she could convince Ginny to join her, Hermione had vowed she'd be returning. The gentleman giving the tour was very clearly native to the island and spoke with so much passion it was enthralling. She was dying to pick his brain.