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The bag was a silvery-grey gauze, semi-transparent enough for Hermione to see the silver and crystal glittering inside. The scrap of parchment beside the bag was unsigned, but she recognised the spiky writing.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever.
It had to be a quote from something; Severus would never be so unabashedly romantic in his own words.
Hermione pulled open the drawstrings. As she lifted out what was inside, it... tinkled. The chain was heavy, but it wasn't just a chain. It twisted in a spiral, and every curve had clusters of flowers and leaves - silver and clear glass - and bells like silver berries. Scattered through this garden were silver butterflies. Nestled in the bottom of the bag was a pair of matching earrings, with more flowers hanging from them.
So many flowers, so many thoughts, so much love.
Hermione looked up.
"Severus?" She held out her hand to him. "Walk with me, then?"
He smiled back at her, and took her hand. "Always."
