Hermione rubs her shoulder, looking a bit glum. "It doesn’t matter that Hydrus isn’t related to you, Molly. You’re my magical mother, Molly, as Arthur is my magical father. You guys guided me through my magical life and loved me like a daughter. You aren’t Ron, and you cannot control who he has become. He thought he was doing what was best for me, and I have to agree with him now. No matter how pissed I was months ago, his actions brought Draco and I together. For that, I am thankful." 