"Ah, of course. Should have known you'd spot that well," Draco teased with affection. "You know me, if it's not in a potion, it's just a leafy green thing to me." He crouched by the oversized buggy to check on the children, all sound asleep, and tucked their blanket more firmly around their shoulders. Even with a multitude of warming charms to keep them from taking a chill in the February air, he still had to check. They were his babies.
He took charge of the buggy to let Hermione lead the way. "You know, if this wasn't a cemetery, it would be a really nice place for a walk. Kept up nice and everything. It's almost a garden sort of thing, except for all the headstones."