Reminders
o
o
She sits by the window wrapped in a thick, dark green quilt, cradling a half-empty glass of old wine, she takes a sip. A low fire burning and Beethoven's 9th symphony is background noise as she listens to the storm rage outside, she watches the rain pour. A Cuban cigar burns like incense on the cedar wood desk and the scent fills the room, she inhales deeply.
It has been ten years, the children are all grown with families of their own and she misses him something terrible.
"Mistress Malfoy," a house elf interrupts quietly, she gave up trying to get them to call her 'Hermione' and these days she finds she doesn't mind, when she turns, he bows, "your bath is ready." She nods and offers a weak smile, tugging at the broad-width platinum band that hangs from her neck.
Dark green, old wine, low fires, classical music, heavy rains, Cuban cigars and freshly polished furniture, all the things that remind her of him most.
Author's Note: Suggestions? Mistakes? Reviews? Thanks for reading. :)