"Do you remember?" Hermione asked, smiling cheekily as she held a green apple to his face. "Ah, should we buy some?"
Draco flushed, shaking his head and steering Hermione out of the vendor's stall. "No, we shan't."
Hermione smirked as she glanced back at the stall. "How did you end up in that situation?"
"It was your fault," Draco lightly scolded.
"I wasn't the one accused," Hermione laughed. "It's all coming back to me."
"The nostalgia is killing me," Draco remarked dryly, intertwining his fingers with Hermione's.
"Here's to our second honey moon!"
"Let's hope it's better than the first."