"Sunshine, what happened?" a deep voice said as Draco came down the stairs, Hermione was wrapped in the arms of a man who could only be her father. He was short and stocky, his curly hair was a deep red brown but generously streaked with grey, and the full beard he wore was almost white in places. The man looked like he had Dwarf blood in him, Draco thought. Built like a brick wall. He stood only a hair taller than his daughter, and watched Draco with sharp green eyes.