Pulling a reluctant Draco Malfoy behind her, Hermione Granger searched through the colorful foliage for the perfect picnic area. Everything was changing- the leaves, the air, her and Draco's relationship. She was happy.
Draco, on the other hand, was swatting at his face annoyingly as another leaf fluttered across his aristocratic noise, the irritated quip on the edge of his tongue dying as Hermione's soothing giggles passed over his ears.
He looked at her, with that gorgeous smiled and couldn't help but to grin back, squeezing her smaller hand in his as they walked down the path. He was happy.