Molly Weasley smiled at her daughter, who was indeed with Draco Malfoy. She could feel Arthur, on her side, stiffening. However, this wedding already had more than enough dramatic elements, and Molly had the good grace to not cause any more. "Thank you, dear. As do you." She smiled at Draco, but anyone who knew her would see the danger in her eyes, the danger that meant only one thing: a Molly Weasley tirade would come soon.