A/N

House: Ravenclaw

Type: Drabble

Prompt: Luna/Blaise and dinner party

Word count: 682

"You just had to invite the Zambinis didn't you?"

Harry dropped his head into his hands and groaned loudly. His husband passed their bedroom like a caged tiger as he ranted. Harry had decided an hour ago it was best to just let him get it all out.

"Even Hermione agreed it was a bad idea! Hermione! I love Harry but what the bloody hell?"

"I know Draco," Harry sighed, looking up sheepishly, "I thought it would be good!"

Draco just shook his head angrily at his spouse. He had warned him of the chaos that inviting the Zambinis would cause but he had been ignored. He closed his eyes tiredly and relived the dinner part that had happened two hours prior.

..o0o..

"Welcome! Come on in!"

Blaise and Luna Zambini smiled lightly and stepped though the large doorway. The dirty-blond women examined the inside of the Malfoy Mannor in curiosity. Her peteit frame was dwarfed easily by the large gothic features of Draco's family home. Without a care, however, she swept through and headed to the dinning room Draco was already walking to.

"They are quite a pair aren't they?" Chuckled Blaise as they followed the blonds.

"They sure are," Harry said, smiling widely, "Everyone else is already at they table, by the way."

The darker man nodded and they continued down the hall. The glossy, black doors creaked loudly as they opened revealing a long table lined with chairs. They settled down into their plush green and black chairs quickly and smiled to their respective spouse. Draco smiled widely from his chair at the head of the table and reached for the food, signaling for the dinner to begin. They chatted quitley among themselves for a few moment before Ron decided to speak up.

"So Zambini," Ron snarled, "How long does Luna have left?"

The chocolate skinned man looked up from his plate in confusion, "Excuse me?"

"How long? How long till you follow in your mother's footsteps? How long till Luna Lovegood becomes your first victim?"

Luna pouted childishly, her arms wound around her husband's left arm. She look like she was both confused and horrified at Ron's words

"Ron stop," Hermione whispered heatedly to her husband.

"Oh, wait," He snapped, leaning foreword, "She won't be your first victim will she? Tell me. How many people did you kill under him? Hm? How many?"

Shut up!" Shouted Pansy, her wife - formerly known as Ginny Weasley - clinging onto her arm.

"What?" Ron shouted, "Do you want to confess? How many did you slauter Parkinson?"

"That is enough!"

All eyes in the room snapped over to the blond man. Draco stood, fuming, a look of pure anger over his face. The blond stormed over quickly to the redheaded man and pulled him up from his chair. He leaned in so close the pale freckled man could feel his breath on his face.

"Get. Out. Of. My. House!"

The shorter man ripped himself from the other's grip and brushed himself off, "My please."

With that the Weasley man stormed out of the house quickly. Moments later a loud bang rhng through the Manor signaling his departure. Ginny and Hermione shared stunned looks from across the table and began stuttering.

"I should-"

"I'm just going to-"

"I think I'll just-"

"Go?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

The two women scrambled out of their seats and rushed out of the room. Ginny smiled akwardly to Harry and waved goodbye quickly before following her sister in law out. The door slamming shut was an awakener to the people left in the room.

"Ummm well," Pansy said, glancing between the two men, "This was a lovely mean guys. I'll just be going now. Okay? Yeah. Okay."

With that the dark-haired women left the room quickly leaving one couple left. Draco sighed and looked over to his husband. Harry was trying his best to avoid looking but he knee it showed. Little did he know he would hear the next phrase about a hundred times.

"You just had to invite the Zambinis didn't you?"