The day droned on, and Hermione found herself smiling. It had been a long time since she had a group of people that she considered family and she could see it before her eyes. She now understood why they weren’t just a "group’ or the "mafia’ or simply, "The Marked’. Being referred to as a family was the only appropriate description. They had all welcomed her with open arms, a tenderness and affection she wasn’t expecting. Part of her now understood why Draco may have been pushing having the big wedding, it would have been nice, although she didn’t regret it.   