You stink if you haven't read PWADF.
By the time she was finished, her vision had become so blurred due to the tears streaming down her cheeks that she had barely been able to read the words, and she gave a start as a hand was placed on her shoulder. Quickly wiping her eyes, she turned to look over her shoulder.
"Why are you crying Mum ... ?" Her little boy asked softly, looking near to the verge of tears himself. "Wasn’ the angel good enough?"
"Oh no no." Laughing quietly, Hermione wiped her cheeks again as she took her son’s little hands and guided him around so he stood in front of her. "It’s lovely, I just ... I’m, I'm sad because I miss Daddy ... " she admitted, and in no time, new tears had sprouted within her eyes.
"Don’ worry Mum!" the little boy persisted, shaking his head as he widened his eyes and stood on his tip-toes so he could rest his forehead against hers. "He’s in my eyes, jus’ look. You said so! Here," he ducked his little head forwards and gestured to his hair. "See?" he said as he tilted his head back up to look at her. "In my heya!"
"That’s right," Hermione said with a laugh. "He’s in your heya," she mimicked his version of the word as she lifted her hand to tuck a strand of blonde hair back off of his forehead.
Biting her lip, a sudden thought struck her then, and she smiled slightly as she took her son’s hands in her own. "Draco, do you mind if Mummy shows you something?"
Shaking his head, the little boy gave her a small smile as he shrugged his shoulders. "What?"
Her smile broadening, Hermione took his chin and turned his head gently to one side as she leaned in and fluttered her eyelashes lightly against his cheek.
Laughing delightedly, the little boy lifted his hand to place it on his cheek. "Wassat Mum?" he asked between giggles.
Biting her lip, Hermione’s eyes lifted towards the sky again. "It’s a butterfly kiss."