"My mother isn't going to be there," His repudiation was thinly laced with annoyance, that was more aimed at his lack of witnesses of the wedding than her. "It wouldn't be fair if they were present and she was not. I only care about you, Hermione. Their approval is not needed, nor is it required for us to be together." He gave her a dopey grin and a tear fell down her cheek. Her nerves getting to her, and she was cracking. Hermione didn't do field work unless absolutely needed - She was more of a Special Ops type of person: go in, do what was needed, and get out. Draco reached out to her cheek to wipe it away. "Why are you talking about such piddling things, love? Honestly, you won't ever have to work again, or leave our home at all. Father says if I win, then the Island and everything on it will be mine -"