Harry was feeling unaccountably nervous as he waited for their guests to arrive for dinner. He kept hovering in the kitchen getting in Ginny's way, and she kept shooing him out, when he'd go and check that nothing had happened to the dining room since he'd last checked, and that the house hadn't suddenly returned to it's usual state of mess.
He was just about to return to the kitchen to check on Ginny when the chime of the doorbell meshed with the chime that let him know someone had flooed in. Unsure of which guest to greet first he hesitated until Ginny called out for him to get the door and that she'd see to the floo.
He opened the door to an amused Draco, who waved his wife, Pansy, in through the door before stepping through himself and pushing a bottle of expensive looking wine into Harry's hands.
"Glad you could make it," Harry said shutting the door behind them.
Draco laughed, "Wouldn't miss this for the world, I hear you have certain plans for the evening."
Harry frowned slightly, "Ginny wasn't supposed to let on."
"Pfft, everyone needs something to talk about, especially when your job is as boring as ours is," he waved the matter off as they entered the lounge where Ginny was chatting to Seamus and his partner Blaise.
Harry didn't think that being a Healer at St. Mungo's could qualify as boring even on a slow day, but didn't say so as 'boring' could quite easily be an easier substitute for 'traumatic' on some of their worse days.
It wasn't long before all the guests were there and getting rather merry as the bottles of wine disappeared. Harry had been careful to guide Hermione and Remus to seats where they would be close by each other, and could be observed without putting suspicion on his motives, he noticed though, that true to his word he wasn't the only one watching them.
By the end of the evening Harry was certain that Remus felt the same way as Hermione did, he wasn't able to say why he thought that, but he was also certain that if he asked Ginny or Draco that they would agree with him. Ron and his 'plus one' of the night had just flooed home when Ginny came in with four glasses and a bottle of vodka.
"So, what do we think?" she said as she plunked the glasses down on the coffee table before dropping down beside it to fill them.
"I think that the pair of them are morons." Harry smirked when Pansy smacked Draco's arm lightly in response to that.
"What? They are! One evening of observation and I know that the pair of them are –thanks Gin – just waiting for the other to make a move or show some sign of interest blatantly missing that they already are!" Draco said accepting his glass from Ginny.
"I'm fairly certain that they are too worried about what everyone else will think to actually notice," Pansy said thoughtfully, playing with the glass in her hands.
Harry hmmmed. "But you think that if they were… pushed they would forget about that?"
Ginny nodded, "Definitely."
"And it isn't as if there are any pesky legal problems anymore either," Draco added.
"Right then, next step?"
