Hermione laid on her back the moisture on her skin. As a child this was a tradition between her and her father, once a month, they'd watch the night sky. When you're seven there's little as wondrous as a sky full of stars.
"Why the tears?" Severus asks. She hadn't noticed the tears too entranced in memories.
"Thinking about my dad. It's hard to believe it's a year since…" The words fade she didn't want to remember. Severus drops to his knees, sitting beside his wife, head tilted towards the sky.
"They look like diamonds."
"That's what he always said."