"It – it was a beautiful wedding," she said hesitantly, trying to make conversation as they waltzed to the music, perfectly in time, his hand warm in hers and his arm firm on her waist. Draco bit his lip and then nodded, gaze darting away from hers for a moment, and she flinched internally. That had been the wrong thing to say, Hermione supposed. Draco was doing his best to be involved in the day, to make her enjoy it despite his own personal feelings and their relationship issues regarding marriage – she didn't need to rub her dissatisfaction in his face, however indirectly.