"I can think of nobody I'd rather have as my ring-bearer," Hermione grinned, warmly. Celesca clapped her hands gleefully and beamed out a smile that seemed to produce its own light. Hermione blinked at it, then turned darkly to Narcissa. "But I am going to take care of this problem at source, as it were. I'm sorry, Lady Malfoy, but Draco cannot be allowed to live. You need to make a choice ... your son ... or your Granddaughter."