The Yule season was coming and the couples started to plan for it. Hermione had told Blaise about her parents and how she had not yet found a proper way to restore their memories. She had been dreading the holidays thinking that she would be alone. She knew she could go to the Burrow, but she didn't feel like being there for two whole weeks. At the beginning of December Blaise asked her

"Would you mind too much a Christmas without snow?"

She looked at him, confused.

He took a deep breath. This was the first time in his life that he wanted to introduce a girl to his family. His family was quite complicated, to begin with, and his relationships so far had been very superficial. But Hermione was different. She found a way to his heart.

"I want you to meet my family. I'm sure we will have dinner with my mother at some point, but I'm not in a hurry about that. She's definitely not…maternal," he said with sadness in his voice. "But I do want you to meet la mia Nonna, my grandmother. I have to warn you though; it's going to be the most intrusive interaction of your life. But she is a sweetheart. And the rest of the family too."

Hermione smiled widely

"I'm sure I can manage. I would love to go with you. Who's the rest of the family?"

Blaise made big wavy gestures with his hands

"Aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins, spouses of second cousins once removed, great-grandchildren of some lost great aunt, you name it. It's my father's side of the family. You need to practice your chewing though. La Nonna won't tolerate how little you eat."

"I eat normally!" she protested

"Not for an Italian Nonna's standards."

She lifted her hands in surrender

"All right then. I'll eat and drink and be merry."

He thought to himself "we'll see what happens when la Nonna wants you to eat, drink and Marry," but kept that part to himself.

Ginny and Draco knew they had to go to their own homes. They also knew that although her brothers and Harry so far seemed ok with their relationship, the feud was between the older members of the families, and Lucius and Arthur had have an actual brawl once at Diagon Alley, not to mention the war. So they decided to go home and talk to their parents in private first, then take it from there.

Draco arrived at the Manor to find the place renovated. It was actually a great relief. It was like all the horrible memories were not hitting him in the face anymore. His mother even demolished the infamous drawing room and had the dungeons filled up and sealed. It was possible to breathe in the old mansion again.

The second day of his visit, during breakfast, Draco brought up the subject.

"Mother, I have been courting someone."

Narcissa smiled but didn't rush. She sipped her tea and then said

"That is wonderful news, my Dragon. I'm not surprised though."

"Meaning?"

Narcissa looked at her son and smiled

"You look happy, my love. There is light in your eyes. Like I haven't seen since you were a little boy. I'm sure being at Hogwarts alone would have not brought that kind of light to you."

He smiled. She continued

"So, when can I meet this lovely creature?"

"She's a pureblood, just so you know," he rushed to say and then regretted it.

Narcissa was impassive

"I don't think that matters anymore, darling, I think we all had enough of that…subject during the war."

Draco took a deep breath

"Well, Mother, though I appreciate your change of opinion on the matter, you may still take issue with her parentage."

Narcissa got slightly rigid, her posh version of raising her hands in exasperation.

"Well, pray do tell, darling, what is her parentage?"

Draco braced for the worst

"Weasley. I'm in love with Ginevra Weasley."

Narcissa lifted a perfect brow, then gave him a side smirk.

"The quarrel between the Malfoys and the Weasleys is centuries old. That been said, you forget that I am actually a Black, and therefore I am related to both Molly and Arthur Weasley. And I no longer care to drag whatever feuds your father was so keen on. Especially when my son's life is on the line. I almost lost you to your father's ambition, I won't lose you to some stubborn conflict that no one remembers about anymore."

Draco felt so relieved that he did something impulsive for Malfoy standards. He ran around the table and hugged his mother. She was surprised but chuckled softly and pulled him to kneel next to her, his head in her lap.

"I just want you to be happy. And hopefully, to have grandchildren in the near future."

It was his turn to chuckle

"Don't get your hopes up. Ginny is planning for a career and that will keep her busy and traveling for a few years at least."

Narcissa straightened up again.

"Well, as long as there is a promise of children, I'm happy with it."

The situation between Harry and Pansy was a no-brainer. Though he would like to stop by the Burrow, there was only one parent to visit. He was actually thrilled to be invited to meet Mrs. Parkinson. It made him think that Pansy was as serious about him as he was about her. They had agreed on it since the end of November and now it was time to go. Pansy had been vague with her mother. She mentioned bringing a guest a couple of days before Christmas Eve and asked to have a room prepared. Her mother tried endlessly to get an answer on who this person was but Pansy would suddenly need to complete her paperwork for the Ministry or heard the floo and ran to check if it was an urgent call from work. Luckily the Junior Aurors got assigned crowd watch for the Christmas Shopping rush in Diagon Alley, so she really had to leave home early and come back late those two days. Finally, on Christmas Eve morning she met Harry at Diagon Alley to pick up their preordered Christmas gifts and then take a floo to Parkinson Estate.

"I have to warn you though," said Pansy, I hadn't mentioned your name at home yet. Only that I am bringing a guest. My mother is a bit eccentric so I'm not sure what to expect."

"Eccentric?"

"A bit cuckoo would be better. She's an insane snob, and you are the Chosen One. I don't know how she will react in the presence of such fame."

Harry laughed. He had been in so many embarrassing situations due to his unwanted fame that he was more than willing to weather Pansy's mother just for a chance to see her house, and, if he could push his luck, fuck her in her childhood bedroom. He had fantasized about it for weeks now. To bring back the annoying Slytherin brat that had taunted him for years and shut her up by shoving his cock in her mouth. He had never before had that kind of dominant sexual fantasies, but Pansy brought that up in him. She could be soft and hard at the same time. She would melt in his arms at night and then rule a crowd with an iron fist the next day. And he wanted to bring up that hardened part of her in private and fight her for dominance until she had no choice but to surrender to his will. He was still thinking about that when they took the floo and popped out at the foyer of Parkinson Estate. The first thing that Harry saw was an old elf that bowed low and popped away. Pansy growled

"Shit, I forgot about Hedgy. He's a lineage elf. He senses people's lineages so they can be treated accordingly. It's nuts. He must have gone to fetch my mother. Prepare for the most annoying announcement of your life," she said, taking a deep breath.

He smiled. This whole thing was indeed a bit cuckoo. The elf now walked into the room, followed by the older lady, who stood at the other side of the room, perfectly poised but excitement flashing in her eyes. The elf chanted in a dramatic way

"Mistress Pansy, heiress of Parkinson, and Mr. Harry James Potter, Lord Peverell."

The older witch smiled broadly. This was indeed the best Christmas present she could hope for. Her daughter had brought home the Chosen One, and he was a Lord.