Draco shook his head. "Dunno, love. Could be that they were just her favorites. I know if I outlived you, I'd be putting violets at your grave every day. Every color of them, until there were so many they grew by themselves forever." He turned from peering at the stones, looking for the right name, and gave her a one-shoulder shrug. "Not that I expect I'd live more than an hour longer than you in any case. I don't think I could, even if we weren't bound like we are."