"Hey Mione" Hermione turned, smiling, to the host of the current party.
"Hey Gin" the pretty red head hugged Hermione, who, in a halter neck midnight blue gown, looked stunning.
"Drink?" offered Ginny, twirling the skirt of her strapless emerald gown. Ginny may be twenty-six and mother of two boy's but she'd kept her slim models figure, inherited from Arthur's side of the family, Hermione thought.
"Nothing alcoholic"
Ginny's eyes widened slightly and she glanced down a Hermione's silk covered stomach. "Again? Mum'll be pleased."
"Yeah she's a great Nana molly' to all the various broods" Hermione smiled.
"I know" Ginny's warm smile lit their section of the ball room when she spotted Blaise Zabini, her fiancée, father of her twin boys, Alex and Lucas, and owner of the mansion the current party was hosted in. The pair had gotten together after Blaise had saved Ginny's life in the final battle. Harry had not been particularly happy, until he started dating Pansy Parkinson to everybody's shock.
Hermione groaned. "Great. That mean's Malfoy's here."
Ginny looked down at her friend, her eyebrow's slightly raised. "Right…See you 'Mione" The red head pranced of to dance with her Ex-Slytherin fiancée, forgetting about Hermione's drink.
Hermione felt wiry arms encircle her waist, and a warm body press against her bare back, causing her to jump slightly.
"Hello Hermione" his voice was silk over a blade, Rich and potentially dangerous.
"Malfoy" She frowned as he kissed her cheek. "I'm married"
"I know" he smirked. "Can I get you anything?"
"a Butter beer?" He disagreed, taking his warmth and unique scent of spice and Storms with him. Spotting Ron across the hall Hermione waved, before blowing a kiss to her husband of six years. She found table at the edge of the dance floor and settled down to watch the band Ginny had hired. They were good.
"One butter beer?"
"Malfoy" he sat next to her, watching the dancer's on the floor. Hermione sipped her drink and glanced at Draco out of the corner of her eye. Damn but he was a good looking Sonovabitch. Then she felt his hand on her knee and his silver eye's glittered.
"So Hermione, want to come back to mine?" Hermione opened her mouth to make a witty retort but was interrupted by the arrival of the gracious host and her escort.
"Malfoy still trying?" Blaise smirked at them, his arm round Ginny's waist.
"yes, he does it every time I see him, with limited success.
Draco choked "Limited success!?" he growled, outraged. " I wouldn't call being your husband of six years and Father of your nearly four children limited success!"