“Choc Shake!” Lexi cried and gave Hermione a big kiss on the cheek, then child spied the ring, “pretty, like GinGins.”

“Yes just like Auntie Ginny’s,” Hermione laughed.

“I throw flowers?” Lexi asked, her big blue eyes staring up at Hermione, “like GinGin.”

“Yes, you can be a flower girl just like at Ginny’s, but not just yet.”

“So do you like your dress?” Ginny’s voice chipped in and snapped Hermione straight back to reality.

“Erm, well…” Hermione said a guilty look flashing over her face.

“You don’t like it,” Ginny cried, horror flashing across her own features.

“It’s not that,” Hermione said quickly, “I just haven’t seen it yet.”

It was truly just as beautiful as she remembered. The layout was as if someone had stuck three circles slightly overlapping themselves together and each circle was filled with a different set of flowers. In on there were roses, in one there were lilies and in one there was a big pond that was full of the most beautiful floating orchids. There were a few stone benches scattered around and fountains nested in beds of flowers.

“I wasn’t supposed to be back, not yet, not for a long time,” his eyes darkened as he spoke the words and he looked past Hermione as if focusing on someone he was angry at, “but I read about Harry and Ginny’s wedding and that you would be the maid of honour and I…I had to see you.”

“I hope you are hungry,” he said blushing a little, “I thought I would prepare something just in case. I’m not going to lie; it’s kept me company every night you haven’t turned up.”

He was talking too much; he was nervous and he could tell she was clocking onto it but she kept quiet, resting her chin on her knees.

“It’s just cheese and crackers,” he said pulling out a cheese board and a box of crackers, “and wine.”

“Hermione, I’m sorry.”
 
“You have nothing to be sorry for Draco,” she said.
 
“I should have been there to protect them,” he said, “that was supposed to be my job but I didn’t do it. I came back to see you. It was selfish of me.”

“What on earth was that?” she cried.

“That,” Harry said, “was damage control, haven’t you seen the papers this morning?”
“I…what…no I haven’t,” Hermione replied as Ron chucked her a copy of the Daily Prophet and then Hermione understood.