Hermione was surprisingly much more open to the idea than Draco ever would have imagined. Over the years, his wife and mother had formed a bond that was unexpected, but not overly surprising considering their many shared interests. They had first bonded over normal things, like Gardening but had quickly progressed to their mutual love of general bullying as a love language. It was not uncommon to find his wife sitting on a Veranda in the midday sun with his mother while trading stories about his misguided, apparently humorous, teenage years. He was awfully grateful that he’d grown into that pointy chin as well, no need to bring it up constantly. 