Dragon and Angel

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER OR NOT

The family arrived home in Wiltshire just after lunch the following day. It had been a full morning and Ginny was tired. Before morning tea with Professor Snape, they'd been shopping in Hogsmeade. The family made several stops, including Honeydukes to fill an order for Narcissa and Gladrags where Angel delighted in swindling a new cloak out of her father. The Portkey landed them in the foyer of the manor and the family began to make their way upstairs, except for Drake. He decided he wanted to find Narcissa first and took off in the direction of her parlor.

"Grandmother, we're home!" Drake bellowed as he ran into Narcissa's parlor and into her welcoming arms.

"Drake, darling I missed--" Narcissa's eyes grew large at the sight of her bruised grandson and she shrieked, "What on earth happened to you?"

"Matthew and me had a Muggle duel!" Drake announced excitedly. Rather than being horrified by his appearance, he was quite proud of his contusions and went on the supply Narcissa with a blow-by-blow account of the brawl in which he'd earned the bruises that now adorned his pale skin.

"Drake, that's quite enough, mate." Draco had made it almost to their chambers before thinking the better of allowing his mother to see Drake without an explanation as to his appearance. Upon entering the parlor, Draco had immediately noticed his mother's distraught expression as she held her grandson tenderly. "Mother."

"Oh, Draco, what is this Muggle duel Drake is on about? How on earth--"

"Calm yourself, Mother." Draco had to suppress the urge to laugh aloud. He could have predicted this reaction from her. "Drake is fine. He and his cousin had a rather physical disagreement, but they're both all right now--just some bruising."

"The boy was punished?"

"They were both equally at fault." Draco didn't consider it wise to enter into a full explanation of what had caused the brawl. He knew his mother would more than likely come into contact with Matthew at some stage and he didn't want her to treat him any different to the other children. "Charlie and I had words with both boys and we've sorted it out."

"Why would they resort to such barbaric antics?"

With a deep breath, Draco tried his best to mitigate Narcissa's panic. She was close to gathering his son and transporting him directly to St. Mungo's. He supplied sketchy details of the affray that had resulted in Drake's injuries and was careful to lay blame evenly to both parties. Drake added proudly that Matthew looked worse than he did and, in his opinion, he had won the battle.

"Darling, you must tell us if you start to feel worse," Narcissa insisted. "We can have you at the hospital in seconds."

Drake rolled his eyes. His grandmother had been gently stroking his bruised face the entire time and he really just wanted to go now. "Yes, Grandmother."

"Mother, he's fine."

"You can never be too sure, Draco. Perhaps we should have him examined just in case?"

"It's not necessary, really."

Drake had begun to squirm rigorously in Narcissa's lap and she was struggling to hold on to him now, but refusing to relinquish her grip. Draco grinned at his son's efforts to escape; he knew better than anyone how suffocating his mother's attention could be when she was certain there was something wrong.

"Narcissa, how are you?"

"Ginevra, dear, I was just saying to Draco that we should get Drake checked by a Medi-wizard."

"They're only bruises," Ginny responded lightly. With six brothers, she'd seen her fair share of purple skin over the years and wasn't at all fazed by her son's appearance.

With Narcissa's attention on Ginny, Drake finally broke free of her fussing and escaped from the parlor. Draco made no move to stop him fleeing; he knew his mother would continue to fret over his appearance every time she saw him until the bruising subsided.

"Well, if you insist, but I really think--"

"Mother, if we thought he needed a Healer, we'd have taken him to one right away."

"Of course, dear. I wasn't implying you were negligent."

Ginny could see this conversation deteriorating swiftly so she quickly changed the subject. "Did you enjoy the peace and quiet, Narcissa?"

"Oh, we've been so busy!" Narcissa exclaimed animatedly. "I met with your mother yesterday afternoon and we went over the last minute wedding arrangements."

Ginny frowned. There had been no mention of a meeting. She would have liked to have been present for any meeting. "Really? I had no idea you two were meeting yesterday."

"It was an impromptu meeting to deal with a minor problem we've come across."

"Problem? What problem?" Ginny asked hesitantly.

"It's your flowers. We simply cannot locate enough orchids to fill the requirements for the bouquets and other arrangements." It killed Narcissa that her influence was unable to unearth enough blooms to fill the order and to admit defeat was difficult for her.

"Oh--"

"I do hope you don't mind, but with no way to get orchids, your mother and I decided to go ahead with an order tea roses for all the arrangements."

Ginny's face fell. She had wanted orchids for her wedding for such a long time. Disappointed hardly described her feelings, but it couldn't be helped--if they weren't available then she had to have something else. A forced smile crossed her features. "That's fine. I'm sure the tea roses will look beautiful and I probably won't even notice what flowers I have on the day."

"I did try everywhere, but with the wedding drawing closer, we had to make a decision," Narcissa said earnestly. "I'm just sorry. We couldn't get what you wanted."

"Tea roses are just as lovely. I like them just as much and I'm sure they'll look every bit as pretty."

"Your mother said you like them."

"Were there any other problems?"

"Goodness no. Everything else is going to plan."

"That's a relief."

"Did you have a good time in Hogsmeade?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Your meeting with Professor Dumbledore went well?"

"Yes, everything is ready to go and he was very helpful."

"Wonderful!" Narcissa turned her penetrating blue eyes on her son. "You did visit with your godfather?"

"Yes, Mother. We had drinks before dinner last night and he came back to Charlie's for dinner, plus we had morning tea with him this morning."

"Lovely! You spoke about what was upsetting him?"

"Yes, I apologized for not telling him myself and he seems okay now."

"Good, I would hate to think you lost your connection with him. How is he?"

"Seemed well enough when he got over scowling at me." Draco grinned cheekily. "I have some gossip for you."

"Oh? Tell me?"

"Madame Rosmerta is quite enamored with Uncle Sev. According to Charlie, he gets special service whenever he visits The Three Broomsticks."

"Really? How does Severus feel about her attention?"

"He denies he enjoys it, of course."

"We'll have to ensure she attends the wedding... Perhaps we could sit them in close proximity--"

"Mother, what would Father tell you about interfering?"

"This isn't interfering -- this is providing opportunity for the advancement of their relationship."

Draco smirked at his mother. He knew she wouldn't let a chance like this pass without making some attempt at trying to pair Uncle Sev off with some witch. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you when Father finds out what you're up to."

Narcissa ignored the warning completely. "Where is Angelique?"

"She's supervising the servants putting away her new cloak," Ginny answered with a pointed look at Draco.

"What? What was I meant to do?" His imploring look had no affect on the red headed witch. He knew he should have said no, but Angel had looked up at him with those big gray eyes and somehow 'of course, sweetheart' had slipped out of his mouth.

"Tell her no and mean it."

"I couldn't... It's like saying no to you... I just can't."

"You're going to have to learn or she'll bleed you dry."

"Nonsense!" Narcissa responded for her son. "There's nothing wrong with her showing a healthy interest in her appearance."

"I was thinking about the unhealthy state of the vaults when she gets through with them," Ginny countered with a smile. "She has more cloaks than a little girl could possibly wear."

"You can never have too many cloaks," Narcissa announced with an air of someone who's never had too few of anything.

Ginny knew it was pointless to argue with her. Narcissa had always had everything and didn't know the meaning of moderation, as far as she could see. Better she remove herself from the temptation of disputing the point with her. "Well, I think I might go up and rest for a while."

"You do look tired, dear," Narcissa said with concern.

"It's the traveling. At the moment it's just taking a bit out of me," Ginny admitted.

As Ginny wandered up the stairs slowly, she wondered if she'd ever convince this family that sometimes there was simply no need for more of everything. Her fear that the twins would turn into spoiled little brats was haunting the back of her mind constantly. This new child would know no different, he or she would be born into a life of wealth and without some form of restraint, he or she would more than likely turn out to be as pretentious as Draco had been when she first met him all those years ago.

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Draco returned to the office the next day. In light of the time he'd taken off, Draco had made a promise to his father that he would work right through until the wedding, no matter what. In the days that followed, Draco rarely made it home for dinner, leaving Ginny and the children to dine with his parents or if Lucius was also detained, just Narcissa. He took some comfort in the knowledge that neither of the women was eating alone and they did seem to enjoy each other's company. Draco did miss his children -- he was often gone extremely early and didn't return to the manor until well after they'd been put to bed. The weekend couldn't come quick enough for him; messages passed through Ginny and the odd Floo call weren't enough as far as he was concerned -- he needed to spend time with his children, to see them when they weren't sound asleep.

A garden tea party a week after they returned was more akin to torture than fun for Ginny. All the women were so pretentious and she had little in common with any of them. Narcissa assured her that she made a positive impression on the women and that was what mattered most. Of course, the desire to tell Narcissa that she didn't much care whether she left any impression on the snobs was incredibly hard to resist. The only entertainment she got from the whole affair came later when she was talking to Pansy about the women. It seemed they all had skeletons in their closets and Pansy was more than willing to share a few of the more beastly stories. Ginny knew, despite the conversation being full of giggles, the information would come in handy during future garden tea parties or charity events.

With the wedding approaching, the bridal party swung into action, arranging their friends' last hoorah as singles. It was decided both parties would occur on the weekend prior to the wedding. The women would celebrate on Friday night at Malfoy Manor. That left Saturday evening for the wizards to hold their party. When Greg Goyle dropped in during the week to finalize plans with Draco, he was foolish enough to point out that it was a good thing they were having the bucks' night a week before the wedding because Draco would require a week to recover -- a comment that earned him a look from Ginny that made him tremble.

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One of the larger formal parlors at Malfoy Manor was abuzz with preparations on the Friday of the hens' party. House elves were scurrying about following their mistress' orders to the letter for fear of punishment if they didn't carry out their instructions to the best of their ability. Even though it was to be held at the manor, Pansy and Hermione insisted on organizing the evening's events. They wanted Ginny to have a great time and didn't think sitting around sipping tea, as Narcissa would have expected, would qualify. Of course, convincing Narcissa Malfoy that she needn't worry about anything apart from the venue and the refreshments was quite a chore, but Pansy managed to persuade her that she would be errant in her duty as bridesmaid if she neglected the arrangements for the evening.

Pansy and Hermione arrived at five-thirty in the afternoon, laden with packages of things they refused to let Narcissa or Ginny peek into. Narcissa had invited both women to dinner, as she was certain neither of the men would make it home in time for the meal. All through dinner they were both tight lipped about the activities they had planned for the evening. They argued that they didn't want to spoil the surprise for Ginny, but in truth they didn't want Narcissa to protest and be forced to change their plans. If they announced the activities when all the guests had arrived, Narcissa wouldn't dare to complain for fear of making a scene -- Pansy knew her well enough to know she would keep quiet, until she could have a private word and by that time it would be too late.

As seven o'clock neared the guests began to arrive. Despite Narcissa's protestations, Ginny had left specific instructions with Hermione and Pansy--the hens' party was to be for family and close friends only. Almost everyone had arrived when Molly finally Apparated onto the front lawn of the manor.

Ginny watched as her mother bustled across the lawn and up the stairs to the front doors. She greeted her with a warm hug. "Mum."

"Ginny, dear how are you feeling?"

"Fine, I had a nap this afternoon so I'm full of energy."

"Wonderful! And the children?"

"They're good, they're upstairs for the evening."

"Is Draco looking after them?"

"No, he's still at work. Millie is watching them for now."

"A house elf?"

"Yes, Mum, a house elf. They've grown quite fond of Millie and she's very good with them."

"Maybe I should go up and check on them," Molly wondered aloud.

"It's only for one night, and we're just down here if they should really need us. If you go up, they'll only start begging to come down. Besides you will see them on Sunday."

"If you're sure, dear."

"Positive, Mum."

"Are you expecting Draco home soon?"

"I don't know."

"Even when he does arrive, he's under strict instructions to go directly upstairs without disturbing our little party, as is my husband. We can't have men at a hens' party," Narcissa said as she wandered over. "Mrs. Weasley, lovely to see you this evening."

"Mrs. Malfoy, you're looking wonderful."

"Thank you." Narcissa smiled indulgently. "Shall we move into the parlor? The other guests are waiting."

"Yes, of course," Molly agreed enthusiastically.

They entered the parlor where women were sipping wine and talking animatedly to one another. A servant was circulating with a plate of canapés and another had a serving tray of wine glasses full of the best from the Malfoy cellars. Pansy almost pounced upon the three women as they entered the room.

"Nametags have to be worn," Pansy said with a bright smile.

"I hardly think we need resort to such childish--"

"Mrs. Malfoy, with all due respect, this evenings events haven't been arranged by you, so please be a good co-hostess and wear what we tell you to. Besides, you'll need it for a game later on." Pansy had anticipated a polite challenge from Narcissa and as such was prepared.

"A game?"

"Yes, a game! We're going to play a few entertaining games. Now, your name tag." Pansy smiled forcefully at the older witch as she handed over the odd shaped piece of parchment.

Narcissa frowned disapprovingly as she accepted the nametag. She turned it about to see which way it should be pinned onto her bodice and gasped. "Pansy, this-- this nametag is shaped like--like--"

"Yes, they all are." Pansy grinned cheekily. "Now pin it on."

"I hardly think it's becoming--"

"It doesn't have to be. It's just us girls and no one else is going to see." Pansy patted her arm gently as she spoke. "Now one for Molly and Ginny's. Gin, you've got the huge one."

"I think I can handle that," Ginny responded in fun. "Here, Mum, I'll help you."

"Thank you, dear." Molly had been turning the parchment around trying, it seemed, not to touch too much of the shape as she pinned it onto her top.

When each had their nametags firmly attached, Pansy led the way into the party. Drinks and general conversation to start with were the order. The house elves had instructions to ensure no glass ran dry and when the women had consumed an acceptable amount of alcohol the games would begin. Hermione and Pansy kept a close eye on all the women, but most especially Narcissa -- she would be the one to give trouble, be it now or later, if she wasn't slightly intoxicated.

About an hour after Molly arrived Hermione announced the first game. The women gathered around as she produced a large melon charmed to resemble Draco's face.

"Now the idea is to use a shaving charm to make our Draco nice and smooth, just the way Ginny likes him." Hermione gave the top of the melon a tap with her wand and muttered a charm to make the melon-Draco sprout stubble. "The one who gets him clean shaven without any nicks or cuts wins!"

Much hilarity followed as the women took turns plying their skills in shaving charms on the melon. Ginny ended up with melon juice flowing over her hand after only two passes of her wand.

"I'm more of a watcher than a shaver," she announced before handing the melon back to Hermione for repairs and more stubble.

"Best we warn Draco not to let you near him," Anya announced through her giggles.

"Mrs. Malfoy, your turn," Hermione declared.

"Thank you," Narcissa said with a smile as she accepted the melon resembling her son.

Everyone was astounded when after only minutes Narcissa handed back a perfectly shave melon-Draco with no cuts to the flesh.

"When we were newlyweds I used to shave Lucius often," Narcissa responded to the questioning stares. "It was just one of those little things we did. Of course, it's been sometime since I've done it."

A look passed between Ginny and Pansy. Neither woman could quite imagine Lucius and Narcissa indulging in such intimate behavior, newlyweds or not. They were always so proper in their behavior and imagining her shaving him just did not fit the picture they had formed in their minds.

"Mrs. Malfoy, I believe you are our winner," Hermione announced. "Pansy, can you get the prize?" Hermione desperately tried to think if they'd purchased any 'clean' prizes, because she knew there were some really naughty ones in the box they'd brought with them.

Pansy walked the prize box over to Narcissa. "Everything is wrapped so it's like a lucky dip."

"Wonderful!" Narcissa dipped her hand into the box and came up with a long bright red package. She squealed lightly as she began to unwrap the box. "I just love surprises!"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she saw what the box contained. It wasn't one of the worst prizes and for that she was thankful.

"A quill," Narcissa said delightedly, holding up her prize for all to see.

"Umm... I don't think that's a quill. It looks like a Pleasure Feather," Fleur informed her hesitantly.

"What would you know about Pleasure Feather's?" Katie asked, grinning wickedly.

Fleur blushed furiously before she admitted quietly, "Bill's ticklish."

Amid the giggles from the other witches present Molly enquired curiously, "What is a Pleasure Feather?"

"Yes, someone please explain," Narcissa added.

"Well, you see when you're... Umm... Well, you use it like--" Pansy stammered through not really giving Narcissa and Molly any useful information.

Hermione rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. "It's a special feather that you use to give your partner pleasure during foreplay."

Narcissa's eyes widened momentarily before a wicked smirk crept over her delicate features. "I see."

Molly coughed lightly and blinked a few times at the black feather still in Narcissa's hand. She didn't want to think about what that devilish grin on Mrs. Malfoy's face meant. "Are we going to play another game?"

"I think we might refresh our drinks first, then we'll start the next game," Pansy answered.

As the evening grew later more games were introduced and played with much enthusiasm and laughter. The nametags adorning each witch were finally used for their intended purpose when Pansy produced a life size picture of Draco, completely naked, but missing a most important part of his anatomy.

"Oh my!" Narcissa gasped. "That isn't really--"

"No," Pansy replied amidst her giggles. "Do you really think Draco would pose for me like this?"

"Well--"

"It's an advertising board from Flourish and Blotts. I just charmed it to look naked and have Draco's head appear instead of the ugly soul that was adorning it."

"Oh well that's-- fine." Narcissa's smile was tight, but she was gazing intently at the defined chest of the advertising board Draco.

"Now as many of you have noticed our poor Draco is missing a piece of vital equipment." Pansy paused to allow the laughter to settle down. "The purpose of this game is to stick your nametag on the man... closest to the correct position wins!"

"Not exactly challenging," Narcissa remarked.

"Sorry ladies, this will be done blindfolded," Pansy added, holding up a black scarf that would serve as the blindfold. "Who's first?"

"I'll go first," Katie said, jumping from her chair.

Pansy tied the scarf around her eyes and checked to see if she could see anything through the delicate fabric. "Now use the pin in your nametag to stick it into Draco."

Many hands guided Katie forward to her target and giggles ensued as she prodded around trying to decipher where her nametag was supposed to fit. When she finally stuck the pin into the board and pulled the scarf from her eyes, her laughter erupted when she saw her nametag sitting neatly on Draco's hand.

By the time Ginny's turn came about, the board cutout of her fiancé had little appendages sticking from all over his body. Some of the banter that had followed certain witch's turns had caused riotous laughter. With the consumption of more and more wine, the suggestions began to take on a nefarious nature.

Hermione stood behind Ginny, tying the scarf firmly in place so she couldn't see a thing. When the women were sure she couldn't see they directed her to the board.

"Come on, Ginny, you know where he keeps it," Anya said cheekily.

Millicent choked on her mouthful of wine. "From what I've heard, she may as well stick it to herself."

"Millicent!" Natasha exclaimed, but her mock scandalized expression only held for seconds before she dissolved into giggles.

"She has a point," Angelina agreed humorously.

Any further banter was lost amid the loud laughter, which drifted out of the parlor into the foyer of the great house. A mischievous grin crept upon the face of the blond wizard who'd just Apparated into the house. He knew he was under strict instructions to retire to the upper levels of the house the moment he arrived, but he couldn't help himself. The parlor in use was just down the corridor a little and he was certain he could peek in without being noticed.

Draco leaned nonchalantly against the doorway of the parlor. The women were giggling loudly and as yet no one had noticed his intrusion. His gaze was focused on Ginny. She was standing, blindfolded, in front of a large board man that looked suspiciously like himself, though his body was in much better shape. Ginny groped her way forward, as her right hand came out, he noticed she was holding something rather disturbing in shape. His gaze immediately went to the board cutout of himself and noted that he was indeed missing that particular body part. He watched her hands travel intently over the board cutout of himself, obviously trying to ascertain where to attach her body part. Draco smirked as her hands traveled lower and lower on the cutout. So intent on watching Ginny, he started a little when a pair of intense blue eyes connected with his -- Narcissa had spied her son.

"Ladies," Draco drawled as he took a couple of steps into the room. A confident smirk lit up his eyes. "I do hope you're all enjoying yourselves."

"Draco, what are you doing in here?" Narcissa asked as she approached her son. "You were supposed to go upstairs."

"Mother, I simply thought I'd stick my head in and see if you were all having a good night."

"We are, so you can march yourself upstairs and leave us to our festivities." Narcissa waved her hand in the direction of the doorway.

Draco smirked at his mother. Her words had come out ever so slightly slurred. He was certain she was going to regret consuming so much wine come morning and he was going to delight in teasing her mercilessly.

"Narcissa, he's fine. He's such a handsome lad and so thoughtful," Molly said as she patted his chest, swaying slightly in front of him. "Don't you think so, girls?"

In normal circumstances a room full of women singing his praises would have had Draco's ego swelling to overwhelming sizes, but this was not normal. He was getting married in a week, his bride was in the room, his tipsy future mother-in-law had begun the praise and he would become related to a good proportion of the women in attendance through his marriage. Any response could very well land him in more trouble than ever before, so rather than strutting his stuff, Draco stood just inside the doorway looking somewhat uncomfortable.

His discomfort didn't go unnoticed by his long time friend, Pansy, and she approached with a fiendish twinkle in her eye. She could make the situation so much worse, or she could try to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation--the choices a witch had to make.

"Molly, why don't we come and sit down again?" Pansy asked gently as she took the older woman's arm.

Molly wrenched her arm away from the younger witch. "I was talking to Draco -- my son in-law."

Draco had no choice than to catch the Weasley matriarch as she swayed into him. Pansy gave Draco a sassy wink while she tried her best to suppress her amusement.

"Molly, there's another bottle of Lucius' elf made wine over here," Pansy cajoled.

"Really? There's another?" Molly allowed Pansy to lead her away with the promise of more wine. "We can't let it go to waste!"

Ginny suppressed her amusement. Her mother didn't often indulge, especially in wine of such high alcohol content and elf made wine was somewhat more potent than the Elderflower wine she was accustomed to drinking. "Hi."

"Hey, beautiful. Are you enjoying yourself?" Draco tugged lightly on the blindfold now around hanging loosely around her neck.

"Yes, it's been great."

"Your mother seems to be having fun."

"Sorry about that, Mum's discovered a liking for your father's wine cellar."

"How much has she had?"

"Way too much. I think I'm going to have to help her home, otherwise she's likely to splinch herself."

"Send a servant to alert me when she's ready to go. I'll make sure she gets home safely and any others that might need an escort." Draco had noticed that quite a few of the women appeared to be under the influence of the Malfoy cellars. He shuddered to think just how much they'd consumed to get in that condition.

"Thank you."

Draco placed a small kiss on the tip of her nose. "I can't have you traipsing all over England at that time of night."

"I can look out for myself, you know."

"I know, but I shudder to think of the explaining I'll have to do if you come across someone with nasty ideas, not to mention the gold it'll take to keep you out of Azkaban. You have a very sharp wand, my dear."

Ginny laughed into his chest. "You would know."

"Oh yes, your temper made a lasting impression." Draco smiled down at her. "Now I think I'd better make my way upstairs before my mother comes back and physically removes me from the room."

"Okay, I'll see you later."

"Have fun."

When Draco had left her line of vision Ginny turned back into the room. She surveyed the guests at a distance for a while and decided that several of them would be getting an escort home.

Pansy and Hermione approached her with similarly fiendish expressions. "You haven't pinned your nametag on Draco yet!"

"No I haven't, have I?"

"Well woman, we can't determine a winner until you've stuck yours on."

"Best we do that then." Ginny smiled at them. They were great friends -- the best. They'd gone all out to make sure she had a good night and for that she was appreciative. "What is the prize for this one?"

"It's a special one."

"Don't keep me in suspense! What is it?"

Hermione flushed crimson. "Well it's a candle."

"A candle?" Ginny repeated. She was curious as to why a candle would cause her friend to color so violently.

"Not just any candle--" Pansy sniggered behind her hand. "--it's shaped just like your nametag."

"Oh... Ohhhh." Ginny giggled. She could just imagine the reaction when its winner displayed that particular prize. As she wandered through the women to prepare to take her turn at pinning Draco with her nametag she did speculate about where the wick was located.

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As Draco sat down to breakfast the next morning, he went over his late night activities with relish. He now had a catalogue of embarrassing moments to sting any witch in the Weasley family with, not to mention a few friends and his own mother.

When the servant had popped into his chambers, just after one in the morning, to announce that the women were preparing to leave he donned his cloak and hurried to the foyer. At the top of the staircase he came to a sudden halt. In the middle of the foyer, his mother and Molly stood with their arms around each other, swaying while they sang some old tune he wasn't familiar with. The decision to summon his father was instantaneous. Narcissa would need help up the stairs and besides, Lucius had to see this display she was putting on for all to see.

From his position, he'd watched as Ginny bid good night to most of her guests -- those who were capable of Apparating safely had taken someone who wasn't. Lucius had joined him within minutes; barely masked disgust and concern lining his brow as he took in the sight below. With conviction, the men strode down the stairs, intent on separating the women and ensuring each got to their respective beds. It took some doing, but in the end the wizards were successful and as Lucius carried his wife upstairs she sang out her goodnights to the portly witch swaying alarmingly in Draco's arms.

Once Narcissa was out of sight, Draco had a time convincing Molly that she was in no state to Apparate herself and he was going to take her home, whether she liked it or not. By the time he'd actually managed to Disapparate with her, she was making an almighty racket. When they reached the yard of the Burrow her noise didn't lessen and, as he feared, she woke up Arthur and Ron. Arthur thanked him genuinely, for seeing her home, as he handed her over. Ron seemed caught between hilarity and dismay--it was obvious Molly didn't indulge often by his reaction.

Yes, he'd collected a lot of information in the wee hours of the morning and he knew it would only be a matter of time before he needed to put such facts to use. Until then, he would bide his time and keep his mouth closed.

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As Ginny fussed over Draco, Harry had a hard time containing his amusement. He had offered to make sure the groom got the party while the best man and groomsman took care of some last minute arrangements. Greg and Blaise had arranged a private function room at one of the restaurants just off of Diagon Alley. They thought it was best to have the party in a public location rather than at someone's home, this way they wouldn't be responsible for any cleanup in the morning. They were ready to leave, but she was still issuing warnings and reminders. He was rather glad he wasn't the only one to have his ear nattered off before going out this evening. Hermione had reminded him countless times to make sure Draco made it home in one piece or he'd have her to deal with after she'd allowed Ginny to take him apart.

"Remember we have lunch at the Burrow tomorrow," Ginny warned sternly.

"I haven't forgotten, love. Don't worry, I'm not going to drink too much," Draco assured her.

"Famous last words," Ginny muttered dubiously. She had no doubt Draco would get rolling drunk, that after all was the purpose of taking the groom to be out for one last night of freedom and she was sure her brothers would make sure Draco bid farewell to his bachelor days in style.

"Don't worry, Gin, I had Pansy arrange Portkeys so we could all get home safely," Harry said.

"Just don't let Fred or George near him."

"They've been warned to behave themselves."

"Have they ever listened to warnings?"

"Your mum got stuck into them and after what she threatened to do to them I don't think they'll be game enough to do anything silly."

"Glad to see our escort has arrived," Lucius drawled as he came down the staircase. "Are we ready to go?"

"Mr. Malfoy, how are you?"

"Well thank you, Mr. Potter. Looking forward to this evening?"

"Yeah, it should be a good night."

"Shall we leave then?"

"Ready when you two are." Harry grinned as he saw Mrs. Malfoy making her way purposely down the stairs. By the look on her face she had a few words to say before they would be free to leave.

"Lucius," Narcissa called lightly.

"Yes, dearest."

"You will make certain to look after Draco tonight."

"Of course, dearest."

"You know how out of control these celebrations can get."

"Yes, dearest."

"I don't want anything to happen to him."

"Mother!"

"Of course not, dearest."

"And don't you drink too much--you can hardly look after your son's well-being if you're drunk."

"I do not plan to drink too much-- just a couple to be sociable." Lucius turned his penetrating gaze to Draco. "Are we ready, son?"

"Yes, Father." Draco kissed Ginny intensely and led the way onto the porch.

Harry placed a chaste kiss on Ginny's cheek and followed the blond wizard. "See you tomorrow, Gin, and don't worry about Draco--he's in good hands."

"Narcissa, don't wait up. I fear I may be extremely late," Lucius instructed before placing a virtuous kiss on his wife's cheek. "Ginevra, have a lovely evening."

When the front door had closed behind the men they all breathed a sigh of relief. The thought that both women would continue harping on about all that could go wrong for the entire evening had crossed their collective minds.

"See you in Diagon Alley!" Harry turned on the spot as he Disapparated. Draco and Lucius both followed, leaving the lush surroundings of Wiltshire with deep pops.

The wizarding retail district was abuzz with Saturday night revelers patronizing the restaurants and The Leaky Cauldron. The three men made their way authoritatively through the crowds. At the restaurant where the function was to be held, they could see a group of men gathering outside the front doors and as they approached someone recognized Draco. After greeting everyone outside, the group made their way through to the private function room. The moment he entered Greg thrust an ornate silver goblet into his hand and slapped him on the back in a friendly manner. He took a deep swig of the liquid within and almost choked as Firewhisky burned its way down his throat.

Draco lost count of how many times his goblet was topped off by his groomsmen in the first hour and by the end of the second there was no doubt that he was feeling the effects of the alcohol. He was drawn into conversations of all types as he attempted to circulate and thank everyone for coming. It seemed every man he approached had some advice for him, some of it not so conducive to a happy marriage and some that could be considered too much information for polite conversation. After mingling for almost three hours, he felt the need to gather himself in a quiet setting before starting again. As he was making his way towards the door at the back of the room, he noticed Blaise was climbing upon a chair and then onto a table. Draco didn't want to think about what the boys had arranged before he had a chance to get some fresh air. He stepped up his pace, eager to reach the door and slip out before Blaise gained anyone's attention. So intent on leaving Draco didn't notice his best man standing in the doorway, waiting for him to make an attempt at escaping duty as groom-to-be.

"Going somewhere, mate?" Greg smirked knowingly.

"I just need a little air."

"Really? You know, I don't think you do."

Draco rolled his eyes at the smirking man standing in his way. "Goyle, step aside."

"Umm..." Greg feigned movement to one side. "No."

"Look, I won't be gone long. I just need a few minutes."

"Can't let you go right now."

"Why?"

"You'll see." Greg nodded his head in Blaise's direction.

"Gentlemen, your attention please." Blaise was standing on a table holding his hands up and as the conversations began to dwindle he continued, "Firstly, thank you all for attending this evening. I know Draco appreciates all your well wishes and offers to help him leave the country. As many of you know, earlier this year I too was married and my good mate Draco did a sterling job of best man. So I feel compelled to repay the favor-- Where is the man of the moment?"

"I've got him," Greg bellowed as he led the groom towards the front of the room.

"We've arranged a special chair for your comfort, mate." Blaise grinned wickedly.

Draco looked warily at the lone chair sitting in the middle of would normally be the dance floor. He had a fair idea what the boys had planned and at this point he could only hope Ginny never found out or if she did she'd at least show him some mercy.

"Make yourself comfortable, mate," Greg whispered into his ear. "Enjoy!"

"Gentlemen, I believe this is called payback," Blaise announced as music boomed out and a scantily clad, leggy blonde strutted in the room heading directly for Draco.

Catcalls and whistles filled the air as the woman began her raunchy dance for Draco. Try as he might, he couldn't help but enjoy the view he was getting down the almost non-existent sparkly top she wore. A smirk crept across his face and his thoughts slipped into the gutter. When she picked up his hands and placed them on her firm backside he didn't resist. Her hands began to run over his chest. The silk of his shirt was creating a delicious heat over his torso. His eyes drifted closed as he soaked up the enchanting sensations this witch was evoking.

Draco's eyes snapped open, gasping harshly when he felt ice running over his bare chest. Somehow she'd managed to open his shirt all the way to his belt buckle without him noticing. He could only stare as her nimble fingers circled his nipples with the ice cubes bringing them to painfully hard peaks. Ginny wouldn't like this one bit and if she ever found out he was certain to suffer a painful death. More alarming was his inability to stop his body from reacting to the witch in front of him, especially when she kept touching him in such a way -- he'd never live it down if anyone noticed.

She ran the ice all over his chest and stomach, making certain she left a small pool of water in his navel. When the ice had melted totally she removed his hands from her backside and placed them on his own thighs. Then she resumed the raunchy moves she had begun with, but kept in very close contact with his newly exposed skin. Draco breathed deeply. It was hard not to appreciate the attention. His hands were aching to touch her back so much that his knuckles were turning white and would be certain to have a series of small bruises on his legs come morning.

The dancer leaned forward and whispered into Draco's ear, "Pull the tie on the back of my top."

He blinked at her. This was going too far, he had hope of getting himself out of trouble if he didn't touch her, but once he stepped over that line Ginny would tear him apart. "I--err--I don't think--"

"Come on, it's more a show for your friends. They like to think you're being naughty," she breathed more than whispered into his ear.

Draco swallowed hard and moved his hands up her back feeling for the tie she'd asked him to pull. As she pressed closer to him, he realized one wrong move with his head and he would end up with a mouthful of something he shouldn't. He knew what would happen when he undid the tie on her top and he could only hope she moved backwards as it was released otherwise he'd be in danger of suffocating between her breasts. Ginny was going to kill him if she ever got wind of this, of that he had no doubt.

At the same time Draco gave the tie a sharp tug, releasing her top from her body, his eyes closed tight. The rough fabric of her sparkly top brushed his face as it fell forward and suddenly there wasn't enough air in the room to fill his lungs. His head was trapped between her enormous breasts. He couldn't look one way or the other without getting an eyeful of flesh he shouldn't be viewing. She slowly moved herself away from his face and he could breathe again.

Draco opened his eyes just a fraction to see where she was. The woman was straddling his legs, smiling very cheekily at him with her hands covering her breasts.

"Should we show them?" she asked in a loud voice at the same time as she tossed her head towards the audience.

Draco's mouth was dry, so dry the only response he could give was a slight nod. Not that it mattered much, because she'd have been hard pressed to hear anything he said over the calls from the boys.

She winked and turned herself around, straddling Draco but facing the audience. As she sat on his lap, his hands came up to hold her at the hips so she couldn't move back any further and feel the very obvious physical effect she was having on him. Very slowly her hands drifted to the sides and she exposed her breasts to the appreciative whistles of the entire room. She smirked and winked exaggeratedly at the boys then reached down to Draco's hands. Without any warning she pulled his hands upwards and placed them on her breasts, groaning in appreciation at his touch. Draco drew a sharp breath and stiffened, but he didn't pull away. A mantra began playing over and again in his head --dead, dead, dead...

His torture seemed to last forever, but it was only mere seconds before she let his hands go and he quickly pulled them to his sides. With his eyes closed tight, it was only when she stood up that he knew she was moving. He cracked an eye open apprehensively and realized she had simply stood up. The view of her round, firm backside, while lovely, wasn't what he was expecting.

"Oh shit," Draco murmured when her fingers hooked into her tiny shorts. She was going to take them off, he knew it and there was nothing he could do, without embarrassing himself, to stop her.

She slid her tight sparkly gold shorts down ever so slowly, revealing only an inch of skin at a time. Draco's eyes appeared to be shut, but he was peering through his eyelashes so as not to miss the sight. As the shorts descended he noticed she wore a matching g-string. A small amount of relief flowed through his bones--he had hope that she wouldn't take it all off.

When the tiny shorts hit the floor she gracefully stepped out of them and bent over, keeping her legs straight, to retrieve them. Hooked onto one finger, she lifted the shorts and spun them around for effect. With a grand flourish, the dancer bowed deeply to the audience then turned and kissed Draco on the cheek.

"Congratulations, I hope you and your wife will be very happy."

Draco blinked at her a couple of times before finding his voice. "Thank you."

Before he knew it, she was walking across the floor towards a large burly man dressed in black robes holding a cloak out to her. Draco sat back in the chair and allowed his thoughts to catch up for a moment. It had been some show and he made a mental note to thank his groomsmen for possibly endangering his life.

"Quite a show," Severus drawled. He had sauntered over while the other men were busy ogling the dancer.

Draco stood up and began to button his shirt. "Yeah, it was a bit unexpected."

Severus quirked a curious eyebrow at him, surely Draco wasn't naïve enough to think the boys wouldn't have arranged some form of entertainment? "Are you traveling all right? I have a sobering potion with me, if you're in need."

"Thanks, I'm fine on that front, Uncle Sev." Draco grinned cheekily at him. "Though if you have anything resembling a cold shower in your pocket it would be handy."

"Sorry, didn't bring that one with me this evening," Severus smirked. "Might I suggest Quidditch statistics?"

"Not working I'm afraid."

"What's not working?" Lucius asked inquisitively as he joined his son and old friend.

"Quidditch statistics," Severus responded in an amused tone.

Lucius frowned. "I'm afraid I don't follow."

"It seems the dancer had some effect on Draco and he's a little uncomfortable." Severus laughed briefly at his godson's horrified expression.

"Ah, I see. Well she was very... Err, talented," Lucius conceded thoughtfully.

"Father!"

"Do you think that once you're married you'll be unable to recognize talented women?"

"No-- I-- What about Mother?"

"I mean no disrespect to your mother. I love her dearly and would never touch another woman, but if the view is free..." Lucius' voice trailed off as Draco caught on to what he was trying to say.

"Yeah, well, I might head off to the bathroom and see if I can't cool down a bit," Draco muttered uncomfortably. He really didn't want to know or understand how his father's mind worked when it came to other women; it made him feel far too uneasy when he thought about his mother.

He took the most direct route to the bathroom and ignored the constant calls of his guests as he crossed the floor. Once in the bathroom, Draco took his time splashing cold water onto his face and the back of his neck. He really needed to bring himself back under control before he ventured out to mingle again. The last thing he needed was for one of Ginny's brothers to notice how flustered the dancer had made him.

"So, did you enjoy the dancer?"

Draco jumped and spun around to find Bill Weasley standing casually at the urinal. He hadn't heard him come in and was speechless for just a moment as he collected his thoughts.

"You all right, Draco?" Bill's forehead creased in concern.

"Umm--yeah, yeah I'm fine."

"That dancer was a fine piece, wasn't she?"

"Didn't notice, actually."

Bill grinned knowingly. "Sure you didn't, that's why you're in here taking a little cold shower."

"I just felt a bit--"

"Hot?"

"Something like that," Draco muttered in response not meeting the man's eyes.

"Look if you're worried about Ginny finding out about the dancer, don't."

Draco looked quizzically at the redheaded wizard casually shaking himself off on the other side of the room.

"Do you really think any of us are stupid enough to mention there was a beautiful blonde dancer here tonight? We'd all be strung up by our wives."

"Oh--I--umm--"

"So she was a bit all right, hey?"

Draco grinned nefariously. Now that he knew Ginny wouldn't find out he could relax a little. "Oh yeah."

"I think your mate, Crabbe, is trying to convince her to give him a little extra service." Bill winked as he washed his hands in the basin next to Draco.

"That's Crabbe, always trying to get it on with someone."

"I don't think he stands much chance with her."

"He never stands much of chance."

The men laughed heartily together as they left the bathroom. The crowd of men quickly swallowed Draco as he entered the room, all wanted to know how he'd enjoyed the entertainment and what she felt like. He diplomatically answered the questions fired his way just in case any of the evening's events were leaked to the women.

As the evening wore on, Draco became more inebriated. It seemed every time he stood still for long enough, someone would top his drink up, slap him on the shoulder and tell him to drink up. He lost track of whom he'd spoken to and those he'd rather avoid due to the advice they kept throwing at him. As a result, he felt like he'd been traveling in circles all evening, speaking to the same people and listening to the same inane advice.

If any of the men present were to remember the night's events, they would all agree that perhaps the most entertaining part of the night came in the wee hours of the morning, shortly before they left the restaurant. Draco and Ron were standing, swaying together in a corner of the room. All present could hear their overly loud drunken conversation and everyone paused in their discussions to watch the pair.

"I'm going to tell you again-- I know you don't want to hear it, but you know you've got to look after my sister."

"I know, you've told me how many times now."

"I know, I know, but if you don't, I'd have to kill you and I don't want to do that 'cause I love you, man. You understand?"

"Aww... You do? I love you too, Weasley." Draco paused as Ron threw his arms around his neck and embraced him tightly. "You know Pansy is like a little sister to me."

"I know."

"Well, you know if you hurt her, I'll have to kill you... You'd leave me no choice."

"I understand. We've got to do what we've got to do."

"Yep, despite how we feel."

"Yep," Ron slurred as his head landed on Draco's shoulder.

Lucius edged closer to the pair. It was time to leave the restaurant before management became irritated with the group. At some stage it had been decided that the party would move to the Burrow for those who wanted to continue celebrating. Even though Draco was almost to the point where he couldn't stand on his own, he insisted on following the revelers to his future in-laws property to continue drinking. Lucius was with left little choice but the accompany him. He knew if his son attempted to Disapparate he would most likely end up splinching himself and Narcissa would take no time in laying the blame squarely at his feet.

"Draco, it is time to leave," Lucius intoned evenly. He'd had a fair amount to drink, but didn't consider himself to be drunk.

"I'm talking to my brother." Draco's words ran together in his drunken slur as he patted Ron's chest heavily.

Lucius cringed. "Draco, we're returning to the Weasley's to continue the festivities. You can talk to-- everyone there."

"Yep, we're going to get drunk!"

"I rather think you've already achieved that goal," Severus said in a slightly disgusted tone.

"Severus, will you be joining us at the Weasley's?"

"I'm afraid not. I need to get back to Hogwarts."

"We'll see you next weekend then." Lucius offered his hand to the Potions Master. "I do hope you're not going to run out on us after the wedding."

"No, I do intend on staying for Sunday dinner."

"Good, Narcissa will be pleased."

Severus glanced at his godson and one of his least favorite former students. They were hanging off of one another, having some nonsensical conversation. Severus could only hope it wasn't more declarations of love, though the pensive memory was going to be most amusing to show Draco when he was sober. "Do tell Draco I said good evening."

"I will and thank you for attending."

"I wouldn't have missed it. Though I could have done without witnessing certain events." Severus looked meaningfully towards Draco and Ron. "Good evening, Lucius."

"Severus."

As soon as Severus was away from the small group, Lucius made a conscious effort to get the two men to move towards the Portkey. He was thankful Potter had thought ahead and had arranged for the transport, because although he wasn't exactly drunk, he didn't think he was in any condition to take anyone in a side-along Apparation. He slowly directed the two drunken men across the floor. The effort to keep them moving when they became distracted was monumental, but they eventually reached the Portkey. Worried that Draco may not remain in contact with the Portkey as it was activated, Lucius made certain to keep a firm hold on his son's arm -- not that Draco noticed.

When the Portkey activated and the familiar tug at the navel of every man connected to it was felt, Lucius heard a startled groan from his son. It was too late to check on Draco as the Portkey was already transporting them across England, but as soon as they landed he would make certain his son was all right.

With so many intoxicated men attached to one Portkey, it was little wonder many of them stumbled as they came to a stop in the backyard of the Burrow. Lucius looked next to him expecting to see the familiar platinum blond head of his son, but stared in shock at the vacant space for a few seconds. Narcissa would kill him if he had lost their son mid-trip.

A disgusting retching noise, followed by a stream of liquid hitting the ground at force, diverted Lucius' attention to his feet. Sprawled in his shadow, his son was emptying the contents of his stomach at an alarming rate. It hadn't occurred to him that the spinning trip would upset Draco's stomach to such an extent. As he was about to bend over to check on his son, Lucius saw an arm reach down to the back of Draco's robes.

"Making room for more, Draco?" Bill Weasley boomed loud enough for all of England to hear as he hauled Draco to his feet.

"That's enough of that!" Charlie shoved a full bottle of Odgen's Firewhisky in Draco's hands. "Drink up mate! It'll fix you up, no problem."

"I rather think he's had quite enough," Lucius intoned forcefully.

Draco dodged Lucius' hand as it reached for the fresh bottle of whisky with luck rather than skill. "I'm fine. Drink up, Father!"

Lucius could do nothing more than watch his son stagger across the yard and drop ungracefully into a chair, hard enough to cause the chair to tip over backwards spilling him onto the ground. He'd be sorry come morning, but there was little Lucius could do to stem the effects now, especially when Draco seemed so intent on continuing to drink.

"There's going to be some very sore heads in that lot tomorrow," Arthur said with amusement.

"Yes, I don't doubt several of them will be considerably ill," Lucius agreed.

"Firewhisky?"

"Thank you, don't mind if I do."

Lucius kept a close watch on Draco for a couple of hours before making an attempt at convincing him to retire for the evening. Those still drinking defended Draco's right to stay and drink vehemently. After a half an hour of listening to unintelligible, slurred arguments on his son's behalf, Lucius decided it was best if he took his leave. Arthur gave him his personal assurance that Draco would be quite safe and the boys would simply continue drinking until they passed out -- he'd been through this five times with his own sons and knew well the routine.

When Lucius said his goodnights to Draco, he surreptitiously slipped his hand inside Draco's cloak and stole his wand. There was no way he could have safely Apparated, so there was no point in leaving temptation in his reach. With a final good evening to all, Lucius Disapparated.

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Ginny had retired early the evening before and was a little troubled when she awoke early Sunday morning, alone. Draco had not joined her at some ungodly hour, as expected. She decided not to panic as she rose and dressed quickly. He was more than likely in the bathroom or maybe he'd gone down to breakfast without disturbing her. With that in mind, Ginny made her was quickly downstairs to the dining room.

Narcissa looked up as the younger witch entered the room. She noticed Ginny looked concerned about something under her smile. "Good morning, Ginevra. How is Draco this morning?"

"Good morning, Narcissa, Lucius. I don't know. I haven't seen him yet."

"He's still sleeping?"

"Not in our room."

"Perhaps he stayed in one of the guest rooms, so he didn't disturb you."

Ginny frowned deeply. It was a possibility, but something wasn't sitting right with her. "Maybe. Lucius, he did come home with you last night?"

Lucius placed the morning edition of 'The Daily Prophet' on the table. "No, he decided to stay for a while longer."

"So he might not have made it home at all?"

"It's possible." Quite possible given his condition, Lucius added mentally.

She took a deep breath. Somehow she knew he wasn't here. "Okay, where did you leave him?"

"At your parents' property. The party continued there."

"So he could still be there?"

Lucius considered his response for a moment. He had thought Draco would make his way home at some stage before dawn. "Quite possible, considering I took his wand before I left. He wasn't in any condition to Apparate home so I removed the temptation to do so."

"He could have Flooed home or used a Portkey," Ginny mused quietly.

"It would have been equally as dangerous to Floo home... He couldn't have enunciated his own name when I left."

"I think I'll Floo Mum and see if he's still there," Ginny muttered mostly to herself as she wandered absently from the dining room.

One Floo call later and a brief discussion with her mother, Ginny discovered the whereabouts of her fiancé. All that was left to do was wake the twins and get over to the Burrow where she could check his condition for herself. While her mother had assured her everything was fine, she could hear a couple of her brothers sniggering in the background and that didn't bode well.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ginny stepped out of the hearth in the front room of the Burrow with a child attached firmly to each of her hands. After she deposited the children with her mother, she stalked through to the kitchen. All but one of her brothers was sitting around the table looking very much worse for wear after the celebrations the night before.

"Where is he?"

Charlie tossed his head towards the backyard and looked as though he deeply regretted the gesture. "Outside."

"It's not pretty," Fred advised seriously.

"We did try to wake him," George offered sincerely.

Ginny walked out the back door without another word. She couldn't believe her brothers would just leave him outside all night. When she'd taken care of Draco, they were in for one hell of a hexing--the lot of them. She gazed purposely around the yard and frowned when she saw no sign of Draco.

"Under the table, Gin," Bill said quietly from behind her. He'd followed her out just to make certain she'd find him. "We did try to get him inside, but he was determined to stay out here."

"You should have carried him in," Ginny snapped over her shoulder as she stalked over to the table.

"He's pretty stubborn... Aside from hexing him, we--" Bill stopped short as his sister shot him a deadly glare. Aware he was making the situation worse, he ambled back inside and left her to take care of Draco on her own. Sometimes it just didn't pay to be the oldest, especially when the baby of the family needed calming down. The only reason he'd followed her out was because he'd been delegated by his brothers to do what he could to save their hides from her wand. She was going to go mad when she saw the condition of her beloved fiancé.

When Ginny leaned down to look under the table, the sight of Draco almost made her laugh aloud. He was as naked as the day he was born, curled up on his side, cuddling a blanket and a bottle of Odgen's Firewhisky. She was surprised she hadn't heard him when she first came outside because he was snoring loud enough to wake the dead.

Ginny shook his shoulder lightly, frowning at how very cold his skin felt. "Draco."

He grunted and screwed his face up in annoyance.

"Draco," Ginny said firmly, giving his shoulder another sharp shake.

Again she was rewarded with a grunt and a not terribly attractive facial expression from her fiancé.

"Draco!" She shook him from the shoulder roughly. "Draco, you have to wake up!"

Amid his usual response a bleary eye cracked open and he groaned, "What?"

"Draco, wake up properly. You have to get up before the kids come out."

"All right, all right, I'm awake." He took a deep breath, but began snoring again before he'd let it leave his body completely.

Ginny huffed impatiently and shoved his shoulder hard. "Draco!"

"Yeah, yeah... I'm up... I'm awake."

"That's what you said last time! Now on your feet."

"Yep... coming." He rolled onto his stomach and began to laboriously crawl out from under the table. A disgusted expression was plastered firmly on his face as bile rose in his throat. He paused in his progress and rested his head on his hands, willing himself not to vomit and wondering where the bloody hell his clothes were.

"Draco?"

"Yeah... coming, love." He began to crawl forward again swearing to the deities that he'd never imbibe again if only they'd make this disgusting taste in his mouth go away. When the morning sun hit his face, he screwed his features up in pain.

"Come on, you need to get on your feet."

"Just give me a minute... I don't think I can just now."

"Sooner you do it, the better." Ginny grabbed him under one arm and tried to hoist him upwards.

"Gin, I'll get up in my own time."

"Ginny, why don't you go in and we'll get him moving," Charlie suggested determinedly. "It was a big night and he looks like he needs some personal time."

The boys had been watching the scene play out from the house and when they saw Ginny trying to force Draco to his feet, they deemed it time to take matters into their hands. They knew he'd be in worse condition than any of them, because they'd made certain he'd drunk more than his fair share of alcohol. He needed some time to gather himself and perhaps purge what was still in his system without Ginny nagging him to behave normally.

"I don't want--"

"Gin, he needs some time -- just a few minutes to himself to gather his frayed brain together," Bill told her in a tone that indicated this wasn't open for discussion. "We'll make sure he's all right and doesn't fall asleep again, and when he's ready, we'll come inside."

"Come on, Gin." Ron's arm draped across her shoulders and began to steer her towards the house. "I'll go back inside with you. I've got no desire to watch him throw up again."

Fred laughed at his younger brother's expression. "Only because every time Draco does, you follow suite."

"Then he goes again in sympathy for you," George added with a chuckle.

"Vicious circle that," Fred continued.

"Gin, you might want to get him some fresh clothes," Harry suggested. "What he had on last night is soaked in Firewhisky and... Well... Other things. Besides I can't remember what we did with them."

Ginny looked back at her fiancé as Ron led her into the house. Draco looked a little green and very shaky by the way Charlie was holding him up. Bill was wrapping the blanket around his waist and she noticed he had a spare shirt thrown over his shoulder. Her brow creased in concern. What had they done to him? She'd never seen him like this before; he was always so well groomed and very much in control, most of the time. At the moment, he looked like he'd spent the night curled up with a Dementor.

"All right she's gone." As soon as the words left Charlie's mouth, Draco sagged against him. "Let's get you around the side of the house where you can have some privacy."

With Bill and Charlie's help, Draco made it to the side garden. They propped him up against the stone wall, giving him a few moments to gather himself. They'd all been through it agony of waking up the morning after your bucks' night and knew exactly what he needed. Harry brought out a pitcher of water. While he didn't feel sorry for Draco, he did feel certain empathy. He passed a half full goblet to Draco, who accepted it gratefully and began to gulp the water down.

"Do you really think it's a good idea to give him anything right now?" Fred asked seriously. In his experience, it was always a good idea to give yourself a few hours before attempting any food or drink.

"It's only water. Besides it'll either fix him or--" Harry stopped as Draco vomited over the wall. The water had hit his stomach and made its way straight back up. "That's the way, mate. Clear the rest of it out of your system and you'll feel much better."

"Feel worse," Draco muttered lowly.

"You need more water," Harry said as he shoved the goblet back into his hands. "Drink up!"

Draco groaned. "My head--"

"Yep, I know," Harry responded with a hint of understanding. His head wasn't feeling much better and he'd wager there weren't too many wizards who attended last night who could say they were feeling top of the world this morning.

As soon as the water hit Draco's stomach, he retched violently over the wall again. He couldn't believe he was in this state -- unable to keep water down and so unsteady on his feet, it was as if someone had hit him with a Jelly-legs Jinx. He'd never been this bad the morning after a big night, not ever. If he could just gain control of his rebellious stomach he'd have half a chance of resembling his normal self or a dim shadow of a likeness.

Draco leaned on the wall and tried to breathe evenly. The stench of his vented stomach contents was drifting up to assault his nose and his stomach began to roll again. He could hear the other men talking in the background, they sounded far away even though he knew they were right behind him. Without warning, Bill joined him at the wall, violently losing the little he had in his own stomach. The sound of his future brother in-law heaving next to him made Draco's stomach turn traitor once again and he leaned over the wall in a hurry.

After what seemed an eternity, Draco straightened up, determined he'd not give into the desire to purge his system again. He had to pull himself together now and get inside to see Ginny; he could only imagine what mood she was going to be in after finding him in this state. He concentrated on his breathing, ignored the surreal feeling that his head was about to roll off his shoulders and tried to block out the sound of Bill still throwing up next to him. His legs were still very shaky and he didn't know if he was capable of making it into the house without falling flat on his face, but he had to try.

"Feeling better, mate?" Charlie asked with a bemused smile.

"Don't know yet," Draco admitted.

Bill stood up and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. "Thanks for that, I really needed to go down that path again."

A weak grin crossed Draco's face. "No problem."

"Ready to go face the music?" Harry enquired.

"Yeah, I need to see Ginny and explain."

Laughter erupted around him. The boys knew there'd be no explaining his way out of this mess. He got drunk, woke up naked and hung-over--no amount of pleading was going to get him out of trouble, even if she had expected him to be messy this morning. In any case, it was going to be amusing watching him try to get out of this dilemma.

"Well, let's get this over with then. I need a good laugh to take my mind off my own pain," Fred said with a chuckle.

"Your pain hasn't yet begun, brother. Angelina hasn't seen you-- Yet," George reminded his twin.

A collective moan from the men rose in the air. None of them needed reminding that their own wives would be none too impressed with their varying states of self-inflicted illness, not to mention that not one of them made it to their own homes the night before. The group slowly made their way inside the house as each man pondered what words he was going to try to calm his wife with.

Ginny jumped up from the chair her mother had sat her in the instant Draco came into sight. "Are you all right?"

"I'm just a bit hung-over, love," Draco admitted in a whisper. "I need a shower and some fresh clothes."

Ginny wrinkled her nose at the odor emitting from what seemed every fiber of her fiancé. "I've already sent for clean robes. Millie should be here any minute."

"Good. I'll just go up for shower then. Can you bring my clothes up when Millie arrives?"

"Okay." Ginny sighed heavily. "The kids want to see you. They were confused when you weren't there this morning."

"After I've cleaned up. Where are they? I don't want them to see me in this state."

"Dad took them for a walk."

"Good." Draco walked from the kitchen as fast as he dared. Given he thought his head was likely to roll off his shoulders if he moved too suddenly it was a long time before he made the front room. While he wanted to make sure Ginny was all right and they weren't likely to argue afterwards, it would have to wait until he could hold his head up for more than a couple of minutes.

Once inside the bathroom, he realized he didn't have his wand to lock the door, not that he had the energy to actually react if someone came in anyway. He looked down at himself and tried not to throw up again. The blanket around his waist was splattered with vomit and Firewhisky. It was putrid and he gladly dropped it to the floor. He was surprised anyone had dared to come close to him.

Under the hot spray of the shower, he relaxed. His body sagged against the tiled wall and he closed his eyes, allowing the water to soothe his aching muscles. It occurred to him that sleeping outside wasn't the most intelligent thing to do, even on a mild summer's night. Draco jerked out of his thoughts as the door opened.

"Who's there?"

"It's only me," Ginny said with more than a hint of amusement in her tone. She'd watched as Draco had just about jumped through the ceiling when she walked in. "Your clothes have arrived."

"Good."

"Millie needs to see you before she returns to the manor."

"Why?"

"Instructions from your mother."

"Mother? Does she need something?"

"No. Millie has to make sure you're all right before returning to give your mother a full report."

"Oh." Draco knew this wasn't going to be good. He knew Millie wouldn't cover for him. She'd tell his mother the truth about the condition he was in this morning, without sparing any details, and Narcissa would be waiting for him when they got home this evening, ready to tell him off for over indulging.

"So, how are you really feeling?"

"You don't want to know."

"That bad?"

Rather than compound his problems by lying to her, Draco decided to answer truthfully. "Worse. My head feels like it's going to roll off my shoulders, my stomach can't hold water and my legs are like jelly."

A poorly disguised giggle escaped her. "You have only yourself to blame."

"Not entirely. Everyone kept filling up my goblet--"

"And you kept drinking it?"

"Only to be sociable." Draco knew it was a weak come back, but he had nothing else and she was beginning to look slightly irritated.

Ginny sighed heavily. "You've only got yourself to blame for your condition. Now you need to clean up and get downstairs. Mum has breakfast ready for you."

At the mention of food, Draco's stomach rolled violently. "Gin, I don't think I could eat right now."

"Well you can sort that out with Mum." Ginny smirked as she opened the bathroom door, ready to take her leave. "My Galleons are on her."

Draco groaned and leaned back against the tiles. If he'd learned nothing else in the past months, he'd learned that if Molly Weasley wanted to feed you then you ate, whether you wanted to or not. This situation had disaster written all over it -- there was no way on magical earth he could keep food in his stomach right now.

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"Daddy!" Angel shrieked as Draco walked into the kitchen.

A grimace of pain crossed his face as he scooped his excited little girl up into his arms. "How about we turn the volume down just a little, sweetheart?"

"Why, Daddy?"

"I have a headache and no potion to make it go away."

"Oh, sorry." Angel stroked his head lovingly. "Uncle Ron said you were hung-over."

"Same thing little one," Fred informed her as he sauntered past.

The withering glare Draco shot the red headed twin was cut short as Molly bustled across the room.

"Draco, come and sit down. You need to get some food into your stomach," Molly commanded.

"Really, Molly, I appreciate your concern, but--"

"But nothing. Sit!"

A quick glance around the kitchen told Draco he had no support. No one was willing to lay their body on the line to stop her from fussing over him. He could hear Drake sniggering at the other end of the table. With no other choice available to him at the moment, he sat down with Angel on his lap. If she remained where she was, he would have a perfect excuse for not shoveling food into his mouth as Molly expected.

The Weasley matriarch placed a plate in front of Draco and looked sternly at her granddaughter. "Angel, go and play in the sitting room while Daddy has his breakfast. Drake, you go into the other room too, while this lot sort themselves out."

Draco held tight to his daughter. "She's fine, Molly. I don't mind."

Molly looked pointedly at Angel again. "Angel?"

Without argument Angel slid off her father's knee and skipped into the sitting room. She wasn't foolish enough to argue with Grandma when she was in that mood, even if Daddy was. Drake followed his sister into the room, giving his father a smug look as he passed.

Draco looked at the plate in front of him. It was almost overflowing with eggs, bacon, sausages, and toast. His stomach rolled uncomfortably and he swallowed heavily. If he made it through this without disgracing himself, it would be a miracle. With a grimace he picked up his cutlery, but he was unable to force himself to plunge the utensils into the food.

"Eat up, mate." Charlie grinned across the table at him. "You'll feel much better with a good breakfast in you."

He looked skeptically across the table. The men in the kitchen appeared to be taking some sort of perverse delight in watching his struggle with the food in front of him. Ginny was leaning against the bench with a curious expression on her face; she'd been watching him intently since he'd come downstairs. She didn't think he'd argue too much over the food with her mother--no one ever did, they just shut up and ate.

"Hurry up, Draco. You don't want it to go cold, dear," Molly coaxed in a tone more akin to an order from a high-ranking Ministry official as she passed him on her way into the sitting room.

"Yeah, mate. You don't want all that cold grease sliding down your throat," Harry advised with a cruel grin.

Ron nodded in mock seriousness. "Bloody awful having it sit in your stomach like that."

"Will you lot give it a rest?" Bill growled. He was sitting in front of a partially eaten breakfast identical to Draco's and was visibly struggling to keep the portion he'd forced down in his body.

"Come on, Bill, we're just having some fun with him," Ron said jovially.

Draco glanced down the table at the complaining wizard and it was almost his own ruination. Bill's face was a sickly shade of gray-green and his cheeks were bulging. Draco clamped his mouth shut tight and swallowed hard.

In a great rush of movement, the oldest Weasley brother leapt from the table, sending his chair flying backwards and made a dash for the backyard. His brothers fell about the place, laughing mercilessly despite their own pain. They would never let him live this down.

"What is going on in here? Where is Bill going in such a hurry?" Fleur stood in the doorway of the kitchen. She'd only just arrived via the Floo Network and was approaching the kitchen when she saw her husband's flight from the room.

The boys sobered immediately, all looking at each other and waiting for someone to step forward with an answer to their sister-in-law's question.

"Well?" Fleur pressed further. She knew those expressions well -- they were guilty of something.

Charlie cleared his throat lightly. "We were just having a bit of fun with Draco and we got Bill instead."

"You got Bill with what?" Fleur asked dubiously. With the twins in the room what they got Bill with could take on quite a colorful description.

"Just a bit of joking around... See, Draco's not feeling too well this morning and we were just making some comments... Bill sort of reacted the way Draco was meant to and he had to make a dash for it."

"Only comments?"

"Yeah, it didn't take much," Charlie grinned wickedly at the French witch.

Fleur shook her head in disgust. "I'll go and check on him."

"I'd give him a few minutes," George advised.

"Bound to be ugly," Fred agreed.

"Not as ugly as this room presently," Fleur responded as she flounced out of the room.

Silence fell over the kitchen as the back door banged on the door jam. The boys all looked at one another with somewhat worried expressions.

"Well, that's us done for," Charlie expressed everyone's thoughts.

"Maybe we can talk her out of telling," Fred suggested.

Ron looked at his brother incredulously. "Fleur? Nah, we'd have a chance if it were Anya, but Fleur's going to take perverse joy in telling the girls."

Each man murmured his agreement despondently. They knew their wives would be fully informed about their behavior and appearance this morning, plus anything Fleur could discover about last night. It was useless to hope Bill wouldn't weaken and tell her about the bucks' party, if he remembered any of it, she knew exactly how to get him to talk. Once she'd spread the word, their time would then be limited to the seconds it would take for their respective partners to find them and kill them. All they could hope for was swift merciful deaths.

"Oh my god! Look at you lot. You're all just giving up like that? No fight? Just accepting your fates?" Ginny laughed loudly at the sorry sight her brothers were at that moment. "Since when do you lot not try to talk your way out of trouble?"

"Who said we wouldn't try?" Fred asked indignantly.

"Yeah, we never go down without at least pleading for mercy," George informed her proudly.

Draco looked from man to man. All wore identical expressions of uneasiness. Some he could understand; like Ron, he wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of Pansy and maybe Harry, he was sure Hermione was more than capable of making The-Boy-Who-Lived feel the worst pain, but he never took the others to be men afraid of their own wives. A carefully cleared throat behind him attracted Draco's attention.

Percy stood in the doorway surveying the men in the kitchen with an air of disgust. He'd left not long after the party had moved to the Burrow, still quite sober. "At least you all made it through the night, although some of you do look closer to death than life."

"You have no idea little brother," Charlie admitted ruefully. The breakfast he'd gratefully accepted not an hour beforehand wasn't sitting as well as he'd hoped it would.

"If I were you lot, I'd put some effort into pulling yourselves together... Your wives will be arriving soon enough and they don't deserve to see the sordid evidence of what you got up to last night," Percy advised them pompously.

Amid the lighthearted chuckles Percy's comments earned from those who knew him better, Draco stared at the man in the doorway. He was so different from the rest of the family. Apart from the red hair, it was if he didn't belong to the Weasley clan at all. The entire family, except for Percy, was relatively warm and easy going, except when their tempers flared. Percy seemed so have been born into the wrong family or incorrect class, maybe there had been a mix up at birth. Draco had no doubt the man would slip right into an aristocratic family without so much as raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe we should clean up a bit," George conceded when the laughter died down.

"Yeah, no point in making our plight worse," Fred agreed. "I'm going to get it for not coming home as it is."

"Me too." George sighed. "I was stupid enough to promise I'd come home."

Charlie looked at his younger brothers disbelievingly and wondered what on earth had possessed them to make such promises. He shook his head ruefully, they would learn one day. Time was growing short and it would take some fast work to get everyone through the bathroom and presentable before the rest of the women began arriving. "All right, because I'm feeling generous I'll let you two have the bathroom first, but don't take too long or I'm going to push my way in. I want to at least smell respectable before Anya gets here."

"What about me?" Ron asked.

"I suppose I can let you share with me," Charlie conceded thoughtfully. "Mind you, watching Pansy tear you limb from limb would be entertaining."

Ron stared at his older brother clearly aghast. "You wouldn't?"

"Wouldn't what, little brother?" Charlie enquired innocently.

Ron jumped to his feet and confronted his brother. "You bloody well would! You rotter! You'd feed me to her, as is, just to get your jollies!"

Charlie held his arms up in mock surrender. "Calm down, mate, I was joking. Think about it. It's me you're accusing! Would I do that to you?"

Ron looked at him distrustfully and muttered, "I wouldn't put it past you."

"Face it, Charlie," Fred said as he slapped Charlie on the shoulder.

"You make us look good," George added as he took up residence next to his twin.

"Will you two sod off," Charlie snapped irritably. If anyone ever wanted a situation made worse then all they had to do was ask for the twins' opinion. "If you don't get up to the bathroom now, I'm going first."

"All right!"

"We're going!

The twins left the room in their typical fashion -- discussing the topic at hand and how they would have made the joke better or not have let Ron off the hook quite so easily. Percy shook his head disgustedly at the departing backs of his younger twin brothers. Charlie and Ron exchanged knowing looks upon noticing their brother's expression.

"Why don't we go line up for the bathroom, Ron?" Charlie suggested. He knew if given half a chance, Percy would launch in to him about his sense of humor or lack of it, in his opinion, and he just wasn't in the mood.

"Yeah, might just do that," Ron mumbled as he strode towards the door. He still wasn't convinced Charlie wouldn't prevent him from cleaning up before Pansy arrived.

While her brothers were occupied firing shots at one another, Ginny snuck over to Draco's side and made herself comfortable in the chair next to him.

"Are you going to eat your breakfast?"

"Gin, I really don't think I could hold it down."

"Well, you'll have to explain yourself to Mum and I can tell you she won't be happy."

"Do you have your wand on you? I seem to have lost mine somewhere."

"Of course and your father has your wand. Apparently, he was concerned that you might try to Disapparate."

"Good, I was a bit worried about it. Can you just Evanesco the rest for me, love?"

"Oh no! If Mum caught me doing that I'd get read the riot act."

"Come on, love." Draco pleaded with a pitiful expression on his face. "Please, for me."

"No, I'm not getting Mum in a bad mood just to make your food go away."

"Fine, I guess I'll have to eat it then, but don't blame me when I get sick again." Draco pouted.

"You'll be fine if you don't think about being sick. Now eat up."

"I thought Millie needed to see me?"

"She did. It only took her about ten minutes to see your true condition then she Disapparated."

"Bloody hell," Draco cursed. "I was hoping to talk to her and have her see that I'm not that bad."

Ginny grinned wickedly. "Oh, but you are."

"That's not the point. She's going to tell Mother how bad I am and she'll be waiting for me when we return to the manor."

Ginny laughed at his pained expression.

"It's not funny, witch! You haven't seen Mother when she's in full fuss mode. She's impossible!"

"She can't be that bad."

"She's worse. You'll see. She'll be stuck between fussing over me and telling me off for over indulging." Draco pouted sulkily. "And all Father will do is run to his study until she's over it."

Ginny laughed. She could imagine Lucius running to do some 'pressing work' in his study when Narcissa was in a fastidious mood. "Never mind, darling, I'm sure you'll survive. Besides you have to make it through lunch first."

"More food," Draco groaned. He studied his plate with contempt and stabbed at a piece of bacon viciously. If he made it through today, it would be a miracle.

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It was a subdued group of wizards sitting around the garden table waiting for lunch to be served. Their complexions ranged from deathly pale to sickly gray to quite green. They'd all received severe reprimands from their wives upon their arrival and instructions that the children were not to be told off or disciplined for making noise just because they were hung-over.

When all the women and children had arrived for lunch, the children were ushered outdoors to play where their fathers could keep an eye on them while the women gathered around the kitchen table.

"It was disgusting. All of them so sick this morning and they smelt just horrid," Fleur exclaimed disgustedly. "Not Percy, of course. You have nothing to be angry about, Penelope."

"I can't believe that lot," Katie stated angrily. "George promised he'd be home to help with the babies in the morning and I was left getting the three of them ready on my own."

"I swear Charlie thinks the kids get ready all on their own. How on earth was I meant to get four kids ready for lunch and get here on time," Anya said vehemently.

Ginny watched her sister-in-laws all berate their partners for a while before offering the little morsel she knew would see her dear brothers' punishments escalate. "That's not the worst of it."

Angelina looked at her disbelievingly. "There's more?"

"Yep. You know what they're like when they get together and they're drinking like that."

"Ginny, just tell us and get it over with, so we can plan their murders," Anya pleaded resignedly. She'd had a full morning as it was and had hoped she'd arrive at the Burrow to find a sleeping husband instead of a hung-over husband who kept telling his children to quiet down.

"Draco didn't come home last night either, so I came over very early and he was still asleep or passed out or whatever he was. Anyway, the boys told me he was outside when I arrived." Ginny paused for effect. This was too easy. Her brothers were going to be in so much trouble and she didn't have to even flick her wand. "He was buck naked under the table outside! They left him out there all night!"

"They what?" Katie's eyes were as big as saucers. The boys had done some horrid things over the years to each other, but Draco wasn't one of them and he didn't deserve to be treated like that.

Anya stood up, she was furious. "Right that's it! Charlie's going to hear about this now."

With Anya in the lead, the women stormed outside. Ginny stood back, allowing the other women to go ahead of her. She wanted a good view of what her brothers were about to be served. Though most entertaining was the startled expressions of the men as they saw the women coming. Ginny didn't think Charlie's eyes could open that wide, especially when he spied Anya's wand.

"Charlie Weasley, what do you mean by leaving poor Draco outside, completely naked, all night?"

"Look, sweetheart, it's normal bucks' night rubbish. Something always happens to the groom and it usually involves loss of clothing."

"You left him outside!"

"I wasn't the only one." Charlie defended himself half-heartedly.

"I'm not worried about the others. Their own wives can take issue with them over this. I'm talking about your actions or lack of them."

Charlie took a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't need this now, not when he couldn't think straight. "Anya, it's just what we men do at a bucks' night. He's damn lucky we didn't strip him and tie him up in Diagon Alley until morning."

In a flash, Anya's wand had connected with her husband's ear. Charlie hadn't had time to even flinch, let alone move out of the line of fire. "That's for even thinking about doing such a barbaric thing."

"Oww! We didn't!" Charlie rubbed his assaulted ear with a frown on his face.

"And don't think we're finished this conversation," Anya warned viciously before she turned on her heal and strode away.

The other men were trying not to make eye contact with anyone else, especially their wives as they all issued similar warnings. When the women had disappeared back inside the house again, the men all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bill, did you tell Fleur about what we did?" Fred eyed his oldest brother accusingly.

"Of course not. Why on earth would I tell Fleur something that would incriminate me? She'd kill me on the spot."

"Ginny," Ron murmured despondently.

"Had to be, she didn't do or say much before," Harry agreed grimly. He'd been expecting Ginny to explode when she saw how Draco had spent the night, but she hadn't and this was obviously her revenge.

"Are you telling me that our own sister has dropped us in it?" George asked incredulously.

"Wouldn't put it past her," Ron stated. "Has she said much to anyone? She hasn't even drawn her wand... She meant for the girls to get us instead."

Bill sat forward in his chair, frowning thoughtfully. "Since when did Ginny not do her own dirty work?"

Draco smirked at the men surrounding the table. His Ginny was learning to do things the Malfoy way. "I should imagine she realized the pain your spouses could inflict on you was far worse than anything she could subject you to."

Ron's face took on the look of one totally confused. "What?"

"Think about it for a moment. Ginny would have ranted at all of you and stormed off, right? Perhaps flinging a hex or two at anyone stupid enough to defend themselves."

Murmurs of agreement went around the table with the odd comment about her wand always coming out to play if she got really riled.

"And what do you expect your wives to do? Rant for a little and let it go or are you likely to suffer for a long while?"

"Point taken," Bill conceded sadly. "I know Fleur won't be too forgiving for a while."

"I've got a feeling I'm going to become very familiar with the couch," Charlie admitted resignedly.

"Oh god, here comes the food," Draco moaned.

"Just eat and don't complain," Fred advised seriously.

"Yeah, just because they think you're the victim it doesn't mean they'll go any easier on you," George said.

"If lunch doesn't sit right, just go for a quiet walk afterwards and get rid of it," Bill suggested.

Draco looked at him as if he'd taken leave of his senses.

"Believe me, it's easier than struggling to keep it down." Bill patted his shoulder and smiled.

"I hope you lot are hungry. Mum's cooked enough to feed the student body at Hogwarts as usual," Ginny announced as she placed a large platter of chicken on the table.

Draco sat back regarding the food platters on the table as the children ran up from the field. Their squeals were going through not just him, but the other men as well and all could be seen cringing in pain with the sound. When the children had been served, the men slowly began to load their own plates, being careful to appear not to be eating less than they normally would.

"Draco, dear, get some food before the boys eat it all," Molly cajoled.

Draco gave her a tight smile and reached forward to one of the platters. It was going to be a very long afternoon and he had yet to face his own mother.

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