Summary
It's Autumn, it's dusk. Hermione and Draco's divorces were just finalized. They're staying at the same hotel and there's a crackling fire, a lot of desserts and a declaration. *** "It's really quite similar in flavour profile to what we were eating earlier." He sounded struck by the comparison. "What?" "The pumpkin thingy." "Are you comparing me to a pumpkin pie?"