"Ah, now things are starting to make sense." he cleared his throat, "your mother told me this would happen when she came home Friday night. But to be honest we both thought it’d take a bit longer." he stopped, "So when exactly did you get married? And why on God’s green earth, did you decide to elope without at least telling your mother when you saw her last? Or at least texting? We could have at least taken you to dinner or something." Charles had one hand on his hip- the other buried in his hair- exasperated with his daughter. Draco just watched speechless. His father would have been screaming if he’d randomly shown up married without so much as a by your leave.