Recap…

"Is everyone here? Can we eat? I'm starving!" exclaimed Cerisa. Molly smiled benignly. "No, dear. We still have two more guests."

Ginny and Harry looked up curiously. "Mrs. Weasley? Who is it?" he asked.

Arthur smiled mysteriously. "You'll find out very soon."

At that precise moment, there was a knock on the door. The chattering ceased. Everyone looked up with confused looks on their faces. "But Grandma," Anastasia piped up, "isn't everyone here already?"

Molly smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. "No, Ana dear. I invited two more guests…" she put her hand on the door handle.

"Meet…" she flung open the door. There was a moment of silence, and then Ron shrieked, "BLOODY HELL!"

Chapter 2:

Standing outside the Burrow, looking hesitant but trying not to show it, stood Narcissus Malfoy and her twenty-three year old son, Draco Malfoy.

"Hello. Sorry we are late." Narcissus said, taking in the silent crowd, all who had looks of shock and horror on their faces. "Uh…I take it Molly didn't tell you we were coming?"

Molly rushed to their aid. "No, I wanted to give them a surprise! How are you?"

Narcissus gave a forced smile and said, "Molly! We are fine. Thank you so much for inviting us for dinner. It gets a bit boring at home, with no company. Here's a little something from us." she handed Molly a wrapped gift.

Molly took it and said warmly, "You shouldn't have! Do take a seat, we are about to start dinner."

She and Arthur led them outside, where the two tables were groaning under the weight of Molly's excellent dishes.

The silent people sat down, and dinner started. Ginny found herself between Bill and Draco. Tension was heavy in the air. To try to break the suffocating silence, Arthur and Molly made small talk with Narcissus. Draco was politely silent.

Soon, the silence eased, and the chatter had started. Molly was telling Narcissus about the family.

"Charlie and his Romanian wife Aurelia, with their four exotic looking children-half Romanian, what would you expect? There is thirteen-year-old Reylia, who takes over her mother's looks. Dark hair, dusky eyes, and tall, she is a beauty.

"And there, eleven-year-old Dimitrie, who is the replica of his father, and thus the one who stands out amongst the dark-haired children. Anastasia and baby Emilia, eight and two respectively, both who have curly dark hair, freckles and green eyes. There, see?

"Bill and Fleur, they have three children, the eldest, Javier, see that one who's blonde and tall? Yeah, and followed by Iven, who has his father's red hair and freckles and lastly little Adelaide, who was also part Veela, and very charming-see her?

"Then there's Percy, who married his girlfriend from school, Penelope Clearwater, and they have two children, Philixia, that brunette, she's ten, and her twin Philip, red-haired charmer, seated beside Anastasia-see?

"And then there's Fred and George, oh, I'm so glad they have really grown up, married to their childhood sweethearts, Angelina and Katie. Fred and Angelina have three children, all who have the "Weasley Curse", as we call it, of red hair. Ten-year-old Charles, seven-year-old Brian and little Johnny, who is three, all had Angelina's blue eyes and Fred's freckles. See them? Seated side by side?

"George and Katie have four children, the solemn and stern dark-haired Josh, Myra, she's a sweet chestnut haired girl, and the very mischievous twins, Jael and Jordan.

"And that's Ron and Hermione and their six kids, Ceyan, Anyi, Brell, Kenric, Ethan and baby Indigo…there. They look so different, don't they?

"Harry, of course, Ginny, who is single, and Cerisa, our favourite niece and the closest member of our extended family." here Molly finished her commentary. Narcissus looked interested.

"I hope I'm not probing, but are Fred and George still running their joke shop?" she asked, her iciness thawing.

Molly nodded, encouraged that Narcissus was warming up. "Yes, and I think they have a thing for it after all. They are progressing remarkably, and their money is coming in even faster!" she said enthusiastically.

Her eyes widened. "I'm really interested in their "Sweet dreams" product. It is remarkable, a charm like that must be complex." Narcissus commented. "How exactly did they start?"

"I have no idea, you really must ask them. Have more casserole? Perhaps another helping of spaghetti?" asked Molly, doling large portions onto Narcissus' plate.

"Why thank you. How did you cook the chicken? It's delicious!" Narcissus' exclaimed, taking another piece of chicken.

Molly flushed with pleasure. "Really? Well, it's quite simple, actually…"

The ladies had a pleasant conversation, but meanwhile Harry was patiently explaining to a stubborn Arthur that Play stations, Game boys, and X-boxes were not run on electricity.

Hermione was trying to tell her children the muggle tale of "Beauty and the Beast", but they did not understand why Belle and Beauty didn't just use magic and get it over with. Ron was no help, punctuating the story with many guffaws and "That was so silly!", "It can't be true!", "Is he mad?".

All around the table, there was laughter and chatter, except for two people. They were silent, not wanting to talk to each other-namely, Ginny and Draco.

Suddenly, she burst out, "Ferret!"

Draco looked indignant. "For the last time, Weaslette, my name is not Ferret!"

Ginny grinned. "Ferret, Ferret boy, what do I care?" she sang in an annoying sing-song voice.

Draco glared at her. "Weaslette. Grow up. You are too old to be playing name games. You call me Draco, and I'll call you Ginny. Deal?" he stuck his hand out.

Ginny blinked and took his hand. "Why of course, Drakey." she purred in an annoying voice.

Draco almost choked on his food, but quickly covered it up. "Have you been in the company of Pansy?" he asked sharply.

Ginny looked amused. "I thought you were betrothed to her?"

Draco began hotly, "I am no, not betrothed to her, and I am not engaged to her, and no we are not going to get married!"

Bill turned to face them. "Malfoy. Did your father tell you that? I heard Snape the other day. He said that in Mr. Malfoy's will, he wanted you to marry Pansy. SO have you never heard of it?" he asked interestingly.

Draco paused. "Why do you want to know? What business is it of yours, banker?" he asked icily.

At this, Ginny's fiery temper flared up. "Ferret! You are so…so rude! You are plain rude and arrogant! You should be thankful my mother was so kind as to invite you dirty ignorant …thing here! Now you are insulting my family? Oh…get your fat dirty and ignorant ass as far away from here!" she snapped, and walked away, dessert having just been finished.

Draco sat there, his mouth open. Then he gathered his composure, and walked away icily into the warm living room.