It will be a beautiful Spring day when Draco feels time take its toll. Hermione is in the garden reading with their daughter Phoebe asleep on a blanket at her feet. He watches the two of them, freckled faces and hair shining in the sun. Phoebe’s hair, falling in unruly curls, like spun gold. She is her mother, but she is a Malfoy through and through. A sleeping face, pink and peaceful, that makes it all worth it.