Yet there was another thought too, one that hid in her heart, of a time that would come when Tom met her parents and held her ring clad hand in his. It was the thought of a silly girl - well, thoughts, really; of her knitting him a scarf, one long enough that they could share, and touring the neighborhood that she’d grown up in. She wanted to show hi the great oak tree that she’d always read beneath, and the small, corner shop that served the best ice cream. She wanted him to know the world that she came from, the same as Draco yearned to.