AN: If you don't know, "Klippies" is Klipdrift, a really yummy brandy from Southern Africa, and it goes really well with Coca-Cola. Thank you to the reviewers for taking the time. Oh, and thanks again to Ripped of Sanity for being a quick and efficient beta. If not for her, I wouldn't be able to update as often as I do.

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters or anything even remotely related to the Harry Potter Franchise, except my own copies of the books and some merchandise.

Goodbyes

After dinner and dessert, and some more drinks (after which Harry and Draco got considerably more friendly), Draco noted the time and collected his coat.

Finding the youngsters playing Wizard Monopoly in James's bedroom, Draco watched the proceeding from the doorway for a few minutes before making his presence known.

"Eet's already owned by me!" Victoire said, waving the Deed card for the Leaky Cauldron in the air.

"I have the Hog's Head, though. You'll need the both in order to have the full benefits" James said.

Fred rolled the magical dice. His tiny silver broomstick moved forward a few spaces. "You owe me two Galleons" Rose said smugly, holding out her hand.

Fred paid up. Scorpius rolled next. He landed on Chance. The chance card hovered about a foot off the ground and read itself aloud, "Go straight to Azkaban. Do not pass Go. Do not collect 20 Galleons"

"Shit!" Scorpius exclaimed as his silver little quaffle got carted off to jail.

"Hey, watch your language" Draco said sternly, startling Scorpius. He smiled at his dad and he smiled back. Spotting the coat, Scorpius asked if they were leaving.

"Aw, already?" Albus said sadly.

"It's late and Grandfather will be expecting me to relieve him of Lucien soon, so I do have to head home, kiddo. If you really want to, you can stay a few more days. But you have to come home for Christmas. And you have to ask Uncle Harry first" Draco said.

"Really? Thanks Dad!" Scorpius got up and hugged his dad.

"Yeah, thanks Uncle Dray!" Albus said. Draco raised his eyebrows. When had he been dubbed that? He was even more surprised when Albus joined the hug, one arm around Scorpius and one around Draco.

Draco patted the boys on the head. "You haven't asked permission yet"

"Dad won't mind" Albus said confidently. Draco bade the kids (all of them) goodbye and went back downstairs to find that in his absence, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Hagrid had already left, and Neville was on his way out.

He strode into the kitchen and found Ginny, Fleur, Hermione, and George's wife (who he now knew was a Muggle) all sitting around the kitchen table, drinking and bickering about their husbands.

Draco cleared his throat and the women looked up.

"Lea –hic- ving?" Ginny said, hiccupping.

"I'm afraid so. Thank you for your hospitality" Draco said sincerely. Ginny made to stand up, a bit unsteady. "There's no need, Ginevra, I'll show myself out" he added.

"If you in –hic- sist. Bye, then!" Ginny sat back down and began laughing. The other ladies said goodbye and Draco left the kitchen. He walked through the house and found the men exactly where he'd left them: the bar.

"He's back!" George announced happily. Even without the influence of alcohol, George would have welcomed any newcomer into the group. He was extra-friendly now, and flung his arm around Draco's shoulder loosely and dragged him to the snooker table, Cigar in hand.

"So he is! Changed your mind then, mate?" Bill asked, his scarred face also grinning.

"No, no. . . I just wanted to ask Harry if I could leave my child here for a few more days. He simply doesn't want to come home. . ." Draco joked.

"OF COURSE you can" Harry said, nodding vigorously, reminding Draco of James.

"Thank you. Well I'll be on my way. Thank you for a pleasant evening" Draco said, and made his departure. Harry, Bill, and George all said goodbye enthusiastically, Ron remaining silent. He'd been sulky all evening but no-one paid him any mind.

Draco put his coat on and pulled a scarf out of the pocket. It was freezing outside, and snow was falling gently from the navy blue sky. He wrapped the scarf around his neck, put his gloves on, and stepped outside into the cold. There was no wind, just a gentle breeze that stung Draco's exposed skin of his face. He began walking down the garden path. When he was almost by the gate, he spotted a dark shape at the far end of Harry's large garden. At a closer glance, Draco saw long, dirty-blonde hair blowing gently in the breeze.

Draco walked towards Luna, wondering what she was doing standing outside in the freezing cold.

"Lovegood?" he called softly from not far away from her. She didn't turn around (Draco didn't know that she wasn't called that anymore). He went closer and stood next to her. He was shocked to see her standing barefoot. She didn't have a cloak on. . . Just a pretty blue dress with short sleeves.

"What the h-hell is wrong w-with you? C-Can't you feel the c-cold?" he said, his teeth chattering despite his warm attire.

She turned to look at him, her expression blank and emotionless. Draco saw tear streaks on her cheeks.

AN: Cliffie!! Yay! To clarify, this is not going to turn into a Draco/Luna thing. Ever.

Next Chapter: Luna-cy

Draco snapped back, "You know nothing of my marriage".

. . .to be continued!