Jean Granger hummed as she poured tea into the three dainty cups before her and pushed two of them to Hermione and Draco.
"Have a biscuit, dear," She nudged the plate towards the pair before her. They looked unusually pressured today – Hermione, especially.
Jean frowned at the slight furrow between her daughter's eye brows and the blond boy's completely void expression. Something was going on and she intended to find out.
"Is there something on your mind, honey?" Jean prodded.
Her daughter jumped slightly. "Uh, yes."
"Well?"
"Uh. Mum?"
"I'm listening."
"I'm getting married."
A smile lit Jean's face.
Finally.