Title: Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
Characters/Relationships: Harry/Draco, Fred/Hermione/George, Ginny/Pansy, Ron/?
Forum/Challenge: The Golden Snitch 'Light It Up Like the Fourth' Challenge (Mahoutokoro, House Mizu)
Prompt: (scenario) a family barbecue receives an unexpected guest
World: Post-Hogwarts AU
Word Count: 497
"Do you know who it is?" asked Hermione. "I thought it might be Lavender again, but I saw her with Oliver Wood the other day and they looked quite cozy."
Ginny shook her head. "No idea. I didn't even know he was seeing anyone new until he said he was bringing them today."
"Me either." The brunette witch turned to her best friend and raised an eyebrow.
Harry shrugged. "He'd mentioned going out a time or two, but I always assumed it was with Dean and Seamus." Harry looked thoughtful. "Hey, you don't think…"
"No!" both witches shouted. Hermione flushed. "Not that there's anything wrong with it."
"The guy thing, or the threesome thing? Because I don't know that you have much room to talk, Hermione." Harry cast a significant look at her, and down the table at Fred and George.
"Neither," Hermione said. "Between my boys and you and Draco, you'd think any issues I had would have come up by now."
Harry grinned at her before his eyes travelled back down the table, where he gave his wizard a long once over.
"Oi! Eyes back in your head, Potter." Ginny elbowed him in the side.
Harry heaved a put-upon sigh. "Ginny, just because you can't appreciate a good wizard doesn't mean the rest of us should suffer."
Ginny laughed and took a swig of her butterbeer. "I'd make some comment about how you'll only be suffering as long as the two of you are in a moderately public setting, but I think you'd see that as a challenge."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Draco and I are not the one with exhibitionist tendencies."
She smiled broadly. "What can I saw, I can't keep my hands to myself. As much as your wizard is not my type, he is further proof that Slytherin makes 'em pretty." She reached out and slid her arm around her passing witch, pulling her close and nipping at her waist. "Real pretty."
The witch unwrapped herself from Ginny's grasp and sat down next to the redhead in a huff.
"I swear, your mother is going to drive me batty. 'Did you remember to chill the butter before rolling the dough? How much sugar did you sprinkle on the top? Did you cook the jam down to a jam-like consistency?'" She grabbed Ginny's butterbeer and knocked it back. "I swear, it's like she'd never had one of my pies before."
Ginny leaned in and nuzzled her girlfriend's neck. "Don't sweat it, Pans. She's just making sure someone is around to cook for family barbecues when she's too busy cuddling her grandkids."
Pansy wrinkled her nose. "So, did we figure out who Ron is bringing?"
They shook their heads.
"Well," she said, examining her nails and glancing at Ginny, "with as much grief as he gave you and Harry, it better not be anyone from…"
"Millie!?" Draco shouted in surprise from the other end of the table. "What are you doing here?"
