In the Garden

"Mommy favorite?" Draco slowly looked at his son, deciding whether he could tell him. "All of them." Not a single flower, fern, bush, or vine did not receive her tender, undying love; the garden missed their mistress of vegetation just as much as her knights did. "What are you doing in mommy's garden?" A lovely, sweet voice called behind them. Romance/angst/family- Dramione