Hermione’s honey-brown eyes meet Draco’s for only a fraction of a second before she shifts her attention back to the sleekly bowed head of the future Mrs. Malfoy, but the impact lands with the force of an  Unforgivable. He’s stiff with shock when he watches her reach out, brushing Astoria’s slightly-trembling fingers where they grip onto her skirts to hold them up off the ground in perfect form. "Why, of course, where else would I be? You invited me—us—here to celebrate this momentous occasion with you, didn’t you?"