A/N: Hello, loyal readers. Please enjoy this happy chapter... :)

Several hours in, it didn't appear to be going too poorly. Ginny certainly drew a lot of attention, least of all for her appearance, most of all, of course, for being a Weasley. She was handling it well. Blaise and his family had arrived among the first guests, and to my intense surprise and Ginny's intense pleasure, Blaise brought Luna Lovegood.

Currently, I was standing on the stairs watching Ginny and Luna talking to another woman, one of my mother's friends. I was admiring the way her hands moved as she spoke and watching the woman laugh as if it didn't bother her an ounce that neither girl really belonged here.

"She's more than I expected," I heard my mother say.

She'd come up beside me, a champagne flute in her gloved hand. She was looking at Ginny.

"She was more than I expected too," I said honestly.

"I'm surprised to see how comfortable she is at this function. I wouldn't think she's been to many."

I looked at her calmly. "Just because Ginny didn't grow up affluent doesn't mean she grew up poor."

My mother stared at me for what seemed like an eternity, placing a hand gently on her chest. I couldn't read her face, couldn't see her thoughts in her eyes.

"You've grown up," she whispered eventually. And then she walked determinedly down the stairs, excused herself to the friend talking to Ginny, and said something to the redhead that made her flush. I was about to go down to her when, to my surprise, my mother pulled Ginny into a slightly awkward hug.

She let go quickly and went off with the friend, so I went down and joined my girlfriend, who was now conversing seriously with Luna.

"Hello, love," I said quietly.

"Hi," she breathed, face lighting up.

"It would seem that my mother isn't quite as against this as we thought."

"She hugged me," Ginny said. "She thanked me for showing her her son, and hugged me, and then left."

"I saw that. It may have dawned on her that I'm not a child."

"Red, you're hogging my girlfriend," Blaise complained, ccoming up suddenly behind us.

I must've had a look on my face, because Ginny laughed.

"Smug one here didn't know you were dating her."

He raised a brow. "I gathered that at the beginning of the year, when he told me he'd only shag you if I shagged my own girlfriend."

"In my defense, mate, you don't really do the girlfriend thing."

He snorted. "Everyone else knew, D. You're just painfully oblivious."

Ginny and Luna were laughing. I narrowed my eyes.

"You could've said something when we made the bet!"

He shrugged. "I wanted to see what would happen."

I gaped at him for a moment, then turned to Ginny. "I'm never admitting that this wanker is the only reason we're together now."

"That's okay, I think he'll be fine just knowing that you know," Luna replied.

And with that we whisked the girls to the dance floor. I was elated to be dancing with her again.

"Whatcha thinking about?" She inquired.

"How happy I am to be dancing with you again, actually," I replied honestly.

"Yeah, I'm having a pretty good time, actually. All around."

"Good," I told her, with a smile. "You know, I never asked how you dance so well."

"You still haven't," she said slyly. "My parents taught us. I learned to waltz when I was six, standing on my dad's feet in the den. I danced with him whenever I could."

"Cheeky," I told her. "You're a pureblood," I began, hurrying to finish the statement at the look on her face. "And so am I, but it fascinates me that we can come from such different worlds. Polar opposites, really," I added, looking around.

"What, rich and poor?" She raised a brow at me.

"No actually. I was going to say warm and cold."

"Ah," she flushed.

"I'm not always an arse," I reminded her, twirling us around.

She shook her head. "I know. I'm not sure why I thought you were going to say that."

"Old habits die hard," I suggested. I kissed her lips lightly. "Forgiven."

After a few moments, she said, "Do you like my family?"

I snorted. "Gin, I would have to be crazy not to like your horde of redheads."

"I think I could like your family," she replied, carefully. "I mean… as far as swapping worlds goes, I don't mind this as much as I expected to."

"You just like looking like a princess."

She laughed. "I don't mind the atmosphere either. I've had pretty decent talks with quite a few of the people here. They seem surprised that I have anything to say, let alone that I'm even here."

"Normally the women are silent beings," I said carefully. "I'm sure that having a young woman as intelligent and beautiful as yourself join in their high society conversation is astounding."

She rolled her eyes. "I've gotten more compliments on this dress tonight than I've gotten collectively in my life."

"It still bothers me that my best friend saw you in it first," I grumbled, glancing over to where Blaise was locked in a slow waltz with Luna. "Though I'd have to say that he doesn't seem interested now."

"He can acknowledge that I look good without having feelings for me, just like I can acknowledge he looks good without having feelings for him."

I nodded. "Fair enough, Miss Weasley." I spun her out.

When she turned back in, she continued, "I really don't think I could get him away from Luna even if I wanted to."

"Because you have a stunningly handsome guy like me that leaves you wanting nothing?"

"If you need to hear that, then sure. I was actually talking about their sex life."

"You talk about that stuff?"

"Yeah, all the time. Why?"

"Have you discussed our sex life?"

"Yes," she said calmly.

"That's just so…"

She laughed. "Relax. You outperform everybody else, as far as I'm concerned. Nobody else gets to try you out, either," she finished darkly.

I wiggled my brows. "Are you suuuure? I bet Granger would love to."

She made a face. "Actually, she let me in on a secret- she's engaged to Ron, as of last night."

"Wow. So you'll have a wedding to attend when this is all over," I replied.

"And another year of school," she reminded me, seeming displeased.

"School not your thing?" I asked curiously. She'd always been excellent in school.

"I love school," she corrected. "It's just going to be supernaturally boring with only Colin, Cam, and Luna to keep me company."

"And no hot guys to tutor you if you're struggling," I added.

"Well I mean I'm sure I could find someone," she teased.

"Ginny Weasley, I will personally visit the school each and every time you need help in a class simply to keep that from ever happening."

She laughed. "I love you, Drake."

"I love you too, Gin."