Being next in line to take over the french Veela clans, Fleur had been waylaid from the moment they'd arrived at the clan function.
As a result Apolline had decided to keep the brunette company for the evening.
They've spent the better part of the evening schmoozing with the endless clan members and embassadors.
It had been a long night and Hermione has had enough.
Enough of Apolline.
She was also feeling a weird sense of deja vu.
"Stop introducing me as your daughter to everyone."
"Why." Apolline pouted.
"Because we aren't even engaged."
Apolline huffed. "Well you would be if you said yes."
"She hasn't even asked me yet!"
"Well you haven't asked yet either. And I'm tired of waiting for grandchildren so i thought we'd all just skip that bit."
Hermione felt her cheeks warm. "You can't just skip marriage and start talking about children like that!"
"Well you're both dragging your feet. And as your mother I have to be practical and try talking some sense into you both."
Hermione sighs.