His poor son was so distressed when he found him, that for a moment Lucius debated on if it was worth it, to court this mad woman. But by the time the healers at St. Mungos had him stabilized, and Granger had burst into the ward in her nightdress, hair flying out in feigned distress, he had no doubt at all it was worth it. She hugged Draco, cried with him even, and when Potter arrived in his formal robes after some well attended Ministry thing, the same thing Draco had been at, he was even more impressed. He learned, through their mutterings back and forth, that she'd begged the night off to try and get closer with her husband, who was apparently in a tiff over her working hours. Where said husband was, and what she'd drugged him with to give her the evening in his company instead, was a good question.