"Are you sure Draco's okay with this?" Ginny asked skeptically, stepping into the house.
"Oh of course he is." Hermione sweetly lied.
"No i'm not." Draco appeared from around the corner, eating an apple.
"Draco, please." Hermione looked at him pleadingly before glancing to the door where her mother was standing.
"Well then dont speak for me." Draco spoke plainly.
"Draco it was so nice of you to invite us." Herman ducked into the house and embraced his son-in-law, causing Draco's apple to topple out of his hand.
"It was all Hermione." Draco picked up his apple once the hug was over. "Really." Draco nodded and started to head for the kitchen.
Draco felt a firm hand grab hold of his shoulder. "Hi mum." Draco sighed knowing that familiar grip.
"Hermione, we need to work on his hospitality." Narcissa laughed turning her son around, and magically disposing of his apple.
"Yes well, i've tried." Hermione replied thoughtfully.
"Hermione!" Ron came up fron behind and lifted her off her feet, twirling her around in a tight embrace. Draco instantly grew angry, but when he tried to take step, Narcissa tightened her grip. Draco was forced to watch the hour long embrace. Every second, Draco wanted to squeeze the life out of the red headed weasel. At least it had seemed like an hour, but in reality it had been, maybe, a minute. They quickly pulled apart, and Hermione turned to hug Harry.
"I'd better go put the Turkey in. Come on Ron, i still need to season you." Draco tossed his head towards the kitchen, while everyone began to laugh. Only the 5 youngest knew he wasnt joking.
After dinner Narcissa showed Vilda and Herman to their room, and the three retired for the evening. Hermione and Ginny helped to clear the table, then escaped to the terrace, leaving the three boys to do the dishes.
"Didnt you say there would be nine of us in the house?" Ginny questioned, lacing her arm through Hermione's.
"There is. I dont know where Tre is." Hermione smiled when she said his name.
"Is it wise to have your boyfriend stay in the same house as your husband..."
"Eww, Ginny. Tre is Draco'syounger cousin. Besides, i'm married." Hermione declared, almost in Draco's defense.
"But look who your married to!" Ginny reasoned.
"I made a promise." Hermione sighed, "In more ways than one." She muttered under her breath, thinking Ginny wouldnt hear.
"What? Wait, you two...?" Ginny's expression went from sympathy to shock in a matter of seconds.
"We were drunk, pushing the limits. It was nothing. We both agreed, we didnt feel anything for each other." Hermione was trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince Ginny.
"Right. Like your not somewhat attached." Ginny rolled her eyes, knowing her best friend better than that.
"Well what about you? I hear you and Harry started yourselves a little fire." Hermione chortled, walking on.
"Where did you hear that?" Ginny tried to look surprised, but she failed miserably.
"Oh, right. Harry and i still keep in touch. So...spill." Hermione smiled at her friend, and waited.
"Well, to be perfectly honest i dont really know. When he was visiting mum and dad, we sort of, hooked up i guess you could say." Ginny smiled slyly, looking down at their feet.
"So Draco..." Harry trailed off, trying to think of something positive.
"You dont have to pretend. We dont get along, i know that, you know that, Ron here knows that, hell Hermione knows that." Draco looked from Ron to Harry, washing a plate.
"Then lets not pretend. Time to bury old scores." Ron seemed to be in good spirits. Draco was sure he was doing this for Hermione's sake.
"Bury old scores. Huh. I guess it's time to let the past rest. After all, we're practically family. We'll be seeing each other alot. Lets at least be able to get along." Harry added, genuinely sincere.
"Wanna get a beer?" Draco shut off the faucet and looked to the other two.
"Gladly." Ron dropped the dry plate and grabbed his coat.
"Wonder where the guys are." Hermione and Ginny walked into the kitchen through the side door, and saw that everything had been abandoned.
"I hope they didnt get into it." Hermione looked fretfully around the room for any signs of a struggle.
"I'm sure they're... hell im not not even going to attempt omptimism." Ginny sighed worriedly.
"Your joking right?" Draco laughed hysterically, as Harry slapped his back.
"Nope. You should have seen the look on Hermione's face." Ron's face had turned red from all the laughing, he finished off the last of his beer and ordered another round for the three of them.
"Well that's not as bad as the time Ginny and I..." Harry was interrupted by Ron.
"Harry. We both agreed, if you're going to shag my sister, i dont want to know about it. Hear no evil, see no evil,
speak no evil." Ron chugged down his fourth beer, and looked at Draco.
"How long were you and Hermione together when Hermione 'committed the ultimate act' as she called it." Draco said sarcastically, casually sipping his second beer.
"Two years." Ron said in amazement, almost like he had thought about it for the first time. "Why?"
"Two months." Draco tipped his glass in Ron's direction and swigged the last of it.
"Touche" Ron laughed, completely incapacitated by this time.
"I think it's time we get him home." Harry commented, suddenly more than happy to leave.
A/N: In the next chapter... the thing you've all been asking for... but im not goint to tell you what it is.
