Pansy smoothed the nonexistent tendrils of hair that escaped her elaborate twist, scanning the room for her hostess. She'd seen Parvati, and complimented her designs that she'd seen floating around the room, but she still hadn't seen Gwen Jones. "Do you see her, Cormac?" she asked, taking a glass of champagne from a circulating tray.

Cormac smiled to himself, quite proud that he was actually beginning to understand Pansy-speak. He knew when she said 'her' that she had to mean the guest of honor, Gwen Jones. He looked over Pansy's shoulder and caught a glimpse of a beautiful brunette in a yellow dress. "Doll, she's actually heading our way," he said.

"Ah, Ms. Jones," Pansy said, "So wonderful to see you again. I do hope you are having the happiest of birthdays."

Squeezing Joscelin's arm where her hand rested to indicate her desire slow from their original course, Gwen paused as she heard a vaguely familiar voice and a small smile lit her features. "Miss Parkinson," she nodded, "Thank you. I'm glad you could come as it's been quite an age since we last saw each other. Narcissa's birthday, I believe." Her gaze went to the young man escorting Pansy expectantly.

Inclining her head towards her partner, Pansy smiled. "I'd like to introduce Cormac McLaggen."

Joscelin had never formally met the young woman before him, but he knew the family name. There were so few generational pure-blood families left and for all that he had pushed away at his upbringing, some things pounded into one by one's father were never forgotten. Joscelin didn't know everyone personally as Gwen did, but he did know all their names, or at least their surnames and entirely more than he ever wanted to about their ancestors.

Offering her hand, Gwen inclined her head. "Mr. McLaggen, a pleasure."

Cormac smiled as he took Gwen's proffered hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. "Indeed it is. Birthday wishes to you."

"Thank you," she replied, inclining her head. Glancing up at her brother then, she continued, "and this is my brother ..."


"Joscelin," he grinned, interrupting the formalities at the last moment as he held out his hand to the younger man. "Joscelin Jones."

"Good to meet you," Cormac answered, shaking Joscelin's hand.

Joscelin turned to Pansy not a moment later, eyes twinkling as he brought the offered hand to his lips and laid a soft kiss to her knuckles. "Miss Parkinson, you look beautiful this evening."

Pansy smiled, inclining her head the tiniest bit. So do you. "The mysterious and no longer absent Joscelin Jones," Pansy began, replacing her hand on Cormac's arm. "I must say, it's a pleasure to finally meet the man behind the legend," she said, lips quirking. "I commend you on Gwen's party; this is so much more pleasant than the dreary society events that we usually find ourselves attending."

"I can't say I'm a fan of such events either," Joscelin grinned. "Thus why I've become a legend, it seems." Joscelin had only attended few society events over the years, usually during the holiday as escort to Gwen. To make up for the monotony of such evenings, he wasn't ashamed to admit that he'd played his part of rogue dragon tamer to its extent with the young women.

"It's a shame we didn't meet long before this, Miss Parkinson," he continued, eyes twinkling merrily. Else you could have known the 'legend' much more ... personally. He was incorrigible and he knew this. It pleased him to flirt, though he kept the rest of his thoughts to himself, mindful of her escort and the line between his sister's amusement and irritation.

Resisting the urge to raise a brow at her brother to silently admonish him, Gwen turned to the couple. It was as useless as trying to move a mountain to make Joscelin do anything, anyway, and they were being observed by many watchful eyes for the night besides.

"It's a rather questionable practice to compliment my brother," she said, lips quirking into a small smile. "I'll not hear the end of it now."

Pansy laughed softly, giving Cormac a quick look and raising an eyebrow at his silence.

Cormac shot Pansy a long-suffering look and held his tongue. It's not proper to groan in public, old boy. Even when another man is chatting up your girl. Smile. Be charming. Think of bending Pansy over that table over there and shagging her senseless while she screams your name for everyone to hear. Ah... yes. Much better.

"My apologies, Ms. Jones," Pansy said. "I do have a penchant for provoking things that ought to be left alone. However, I maintain that your brother would have livened up Bathilda Vanderwall's garden party last season. Tales of live dragons might have kept it from being the most boring event ever in the world."

Turning to Joscelin, she said, "Now that you're in Britain, you must come 'round more, if only to save the society witches from dying the slow death of boredom."

"I'll have to keep that in mind, Miss Parkinson." Though there are much more pleasurable ways to save society witches from boredom. Joscelin decided to keep his thoughts to himself this time, though. He didn't want to poke at Gwen's good mood anymore this evening. At least, for now.

"As will I," Gwen nodded. "If he's on his very best behavior, that is," she added dryly, brow arching at him. Do try to have some modicum of decorum, dear brother.

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

Harry's Apparation having landed them before a set of tents flanking a bonfire, Romy took a moment to look over her surroundings. They were in an expansive garden, with finely-dressed wizards and witches milling about. Beyond the tents she could see a large stone house, a mansion really, standing impressively. Shaking her head, a slow grin stretched across her face. This was Joscelin's home. Romy started giggling, softly at first, but gradually building until her whole frame shook with laughter, though she managed to remain quiet.

Harry was looking at her strangely.

That just made her laugh all the harder.

How could she explain that it was funny because it didn't matter? That she'd spent the last few years seeking men with this sort of home, this sort of life? That she'd nearly brushed Joscelin off because he wasn't the type? And now, faced with the fact that he had everything she thought she wanted, she couldn't care less. She liked Joscelin because he was Joscelin. All of this stuff, it just wasn't important.

Harry looked up at the house, clearly missing something. She was laughing at the house? He turned back to her. He wouldn't even try to understand. He wouldn't. He could never understand. "Do we want to go in the house, or stay outside?"

Pulling herself together, Romy searched the crowd with purpose. Her eyes lit on a tall man with dark hair and a ready smile standing on the the other side of the garden with pretty, petite woman in a lovely yellow dress. Nodding towards Joscelin, she said, "Outside. I'll introduce you to our host." Romy turned to Harry, her youth suddenly showing in her nervous anticipation. "Do I look alright?"

Harry looked over at Romy with an appraising look. Am I really expected to answer? "You know you look gorgeous. It's why we were a little late," he said with a slight frown.

Romy raised an eyebrow. "You really need to work on your ability to give a compliment, Harry. If I was interested in you, I'd be very pouty right now." She sighed, taking his arm and starting across the grass. "I'll accept 'gorgeous', though, no matter how grudgingly bestowed it was."

"I don't think compliments were a part of our arrangement. I imagine you'll be getting enough compliments tonight to make up for my mistake." Harry looked at the crowd, his eyes jumping from face to face. He really didn't like large events. Too many people, too many things that could happen in the crowd with no one knowing. He made a few mental notes as he let Romy lead him across the lawn.

"At least try to have a good time tonight, Harry. I know you aren't thrilled to be here, and I know you don't like me very much, and I know you're just doing me a favor, but really, there are worse ways to spend an evening. Give a girl the benefit of the doubt." Elbowing him lightly, she grinned. "For all you know, I'm a perfectly charming companion."

Harry looked over at her. "I just don't like parties." He really hoped she didn't take this personally. He just wasn't the social type. He'd hated publicity and the way reporters had hounded him before and after the war. "Hannah's catering, so at least the food will be good."

Chuckling, Romy's smile morphed into a smirk. "Well, that's a start, I suppose."

They were a few meters away from Joscelin and his sister when she caught his eye. Seeing the familiar smile and laughing eyes trained on her, Romy felt a surge of happiness rise up within her. Grin growing broader with every step, she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. "Good evening, Joscelin," she said, turning sparkling eyes up to meet his.

Joscelin's gaze swept over Romilda, appreciating the red dress that hugged her in all the right places. He'd always thought her a beautiful woman and she shined tonight. Catching her hand, he laid a soft kiss against her knuckles, lingering just a moment before straightening with a smile.

"Romilda, you look beautiful tonight. I'm glad you could come," he replied then, gaze going to the man she was with. Dark hair, intense eyes and a lot of caged, almost nervous energy. He wasn't familiar, however.

Offering his hand with a friendly grin, he said, "Joscelin Jones."

Gwen was silent for the moment. She didn't know either of the people though the young man looked vaguely familiar, and Joscelin would introduce her anyways. For now she was content to observe. She was unsurprised that he had yet another female friend, though this one was decidedly not vanilla and Joscelin obviously liked her a little differently than the mouse he'd introduced her to earlier in the evening.

"Harry Potter," Harry said, grabbing Joscelin's hand and shaking it. He recognized Gwen from Quidditch. Even if he couldn't play, he liked reading up on the games and the stats. He assumed Joscelin was her brother, what with sharing the same last name and whatnot.

"Harry heads up the Office of Magical Law Enforcement, but he was nice enough to let me tear him away from work tonight so I wouldn't have to go un-escorted," Romy said, subtly making it known that she was not with Harry.

The Boy Wonder, then. I thought I recognized him. Edgy sort, though that's understandable, I suppose. Gwen watched the goings on with seemingly idle interest, but squeezed Joscelin's arm gently where her hand rested indicating that she was ready to be properly introduced.

Noting Romilda's emphasis on exactly who Harry was to her with a small smile, Joscelin covered the hand in the crook of his arm as he briefly turned his attention to his sister. He could practically feel the wheels turning in her head, both for having the savior of the wizarding world before them and a woman he spent time with for more than party planning.

"Harry, Romilda, this is my sister Gwen Jones, birthday girl and captain of the Holyhead Harpies," he said, eyes twinkling at his sister in amusement before turning his attention to the couple before them. "Gwen, Harry Potter and Romilda Vane," he stated, finishing the formal introduction that Gwen would expect here with a highly amused grin.

Gwen resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Birthday 'girl', indeed.

Tearing her attention away from Joscelin, Romy held out her hand to Gwen with a polite smile. "Many happy returns, Miss Jones. I'm glad to make your acquaintance."

Gwen's lips curled in amusement as she watched the younger woman have to forcefully pull her eyes away from her brother. She was most definitely not a mouse and Gwen found she liked her already, just for that, and for her extremely good taste. Time and acquaintance would dictate where that led them.

"It's a pleasure, Miss Vane," Gwen replied, shaking her hand. "And thank you. I also hope for such, but Joscelin does have a tendency to tempt fate, his and mine, more often than is probably healthy," she added wryly, gaze sliding to her brother then as she squeezed his arm affectionately. "Though he's earning points in spades tonight for such a wonderful surprise."

Joscelin's eyes twinkled with amusement at his sister's comments and he watched the interaction between both women, quite pleased. Gwen was so damn picky and he knew she wouldn't be particularly inclined to like Susan, but he'd not been sure about Romilda. He was glad to see his Lyra seemed to like her, as much as she liked anyone. Tristan and Regan were very much not the norm for her, though he'd be the last to point it out to her.

His gaze went to Harry then and he noticed the younger man watching everyone around them, very on edge. He cast his own gaze over the gathering and at his height, it was easy to see from where they stood all the way to the house and as far as the light permitted. Everyone seemed to be having a good time which also pleased him. He supposed having been the savior of the wizarding world and current head of the Magical Law Enforcement department just had the tendency of weighing a person down with uneasiness.

Which is exactly why he'd become a dragon tamer and stayed the hell away from the Ministry and most everything his birthright had dictated he should have and want.

Tearing his eyes from the slowly growing crowd, Harry turned back to Joscelin and Gwen with a small smile. "I saw your last game," Harry said to Gwen. "That last dive you made was... it was very impressive." Harry really wasn't the type for small talk, especially at parties, and he was left to wonder for the eightieth time why Romilda had thought he'd be a good date.

"Thank you, very much," Gwen nodded, a small smile pulling at her lips. She wasn't sure what it was, but she liked Harry Potter as much as it surprised her. He seemed a reserved sort, not suited to society events to be sure, but ... he was watchful and aware. A promising future, indeed. Perhaps Maria hadn't made such a questionable choice in appointing him to the head of the Magical Law Enforcement.

Her attention completely on the younger man, Gwen continued, "Congratulations on your recent appointment, as well, Mr. Potter." Her voice warmed with true sincerity as she added, "I'm sure you'll do wonderfully."

Harry snorted. "The verdict is still out on that, but thanks for the support." Harry smiled. "Lately I've been thinking that I should have gone into Quidditch instead of the Ministry. Probably would have been easier." He frowned. "Not that Quidditch is easy, especially for a captain like yourself. You're probably exhausted every day when you come home from training. It just seems like you might have more fun then being chained to a desk."

Romy actually had to bite her cheek to keep from laughing aloud. No one would ever accuse Harry of being smooth. He was a good person, an excellent Auror, and absolutely pants at conversing with women. Overall, she was quite pleased she'd invited him.

"And we come to why I play with dragons for a living," Joscelin grinned good-naturedly at Harry, casting a quick wink in Romilda's direction.

Gwen really did roll her eyes then.

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

Charlie led Daphne through the room, carefully steering her through the crowds of people. She was mostly healed, yes, but didn't need to get bumped or, Merlin forbid, crushed in the throng and he knew that given her dislike of people touching her that the press of the people had to be bothering her. She hadn't made a peep, though, and he promised himself that they would find a less crowded area once they had taken the time to greet their hosts.

The Jones siblings were not hard to find, not with Jos's height putting him over everyone in the room and Gwen's bright dress. It took less time than he had expected to actually traverse the obstacle course of humanity, and soon they were standing to one side, waiting while the duo made small talk with some formally dressed wizard. Judging by the wink Joscelin sent his way, Charlie figured they didn't have long to wait.

Final pleasantries done with the latest well wisher, Joscelin covered Gwen's hand on his arm and leaned down to speak into her ear. "Over here, poppet. A friend of mine for every twenty of yours is fair, I think," he teased, voice warm with amusement.

Raising a brow at her brother, she turned to glance up at him and her gaze was caught by a very familiar ginger man and a beautiful woman not far away. "Charlie Weasley." She chuckled then, squeezing her brother's arm to indicate he should lead them where he would.

Leading them over, Joscelin took a moment to really look at the women Charlie was with and the only indication he was surprised it was Daphne Greengrass looking quite lovely and very much the society princess was a slight raising of his brow, gone a moment later as a smile took hold of his expression.

"Charles Weasley," he grinned, shaking the other man's hand. "Got yourself a beautiful date despite everyone's doubts. Good on you."

Turning his gaze to Daphne then, eyes sparkling with amusement, he brought up her hand to ghosting a kiss across her knuckles, the first time he had done so for this particular woman. "You truly do look beautiful tonight Daphne," he said, releasing her hand a moment later. He kept it short as he knew she had never much liked being touched.

Charlie resisted the urge to jerk Daphne away from Jos. What the bloody hell was he playing at? He knew that Daphne didn't like to be touched. More than that, he knew why.

"Gwen, lovely to see you again," he greeted Gwen, awkwardly kissing the back of the hand she presented. "Though I feel like I should be riding a broom and searching for the Snitch. Gwenog Jones, may I introduce you to Daphne Greengrass, since your brother seems to have lost his manners. Gwen was a few years above me at Hogwarts and a rival Seeker," he explained to Daphne. "The best Slytherin ever had, I would guess. Only because a certain Weasley wasn't sorted into that house."

"Charlie," Gwen nodded with a small, though genuine smile. He'd always been sporting competition in school and she'd seen him a few times over the years as the ginger man and Joscelin were particularly good friends. He was a straightforward, guileless man and though the thought of being a Gryffindor herself was horrifying, she had always had a special fond amusement for many of them. She blamed Joscelin for the anomaly.

Charlie shot a small glare at Jos, trying to tell him to behave for once. "And Daphne agreed to accompany me only so she could protect me from your folly of a plan."

"Actually I think someone dared him to ask me," Daphne said pleasantly. Well, her trained voice. She was never good at this part, making small talk. Astoria had always been better. "It's lovely to meet you."

Hey there Miss Manners, who in the hell are you and what have you done with that nasty bitchy Daphne? But she'd told Charlie he would not be embarrassed by her tonight. She could go through the motions.

Charlie felt his eyes widen in surprise. That didn't sound like the Daphne he knew. Daphne was snarky and bitchy, not this soft-spoken, coiffed princess. The look was odd enough, the voice had him spinning. This was definitely a side to her he had never thought to see.

"Pleasure, Miss Greengrass. We're both glad to see you here this evening," Gwen replied, noting Charlie's expression with amusement. She could feel Joscelin practically brimming with it next to her and decided that she would be poking at him for information later.

Her mouth curled into a smirk at Charlie's last comment, deciding, for now, to leave whatever surprise was crossing the Gryffindor's features to himself. "I feel confident in ignoring that statement, Charlie, as I beat you every time we played. If I recall correctly," she said, a single brow rising in a delicate arch, "Slytherin won the House Cup every year I was seeker."

Daphne stamped down the impulse to snap are we really going to talk about Quidditch? I hate Quidditch She kept a smile plastered on her face though. Jos was grinning at her in this way that said he just knew she was about ready to jump out of this fake skin she had on tonight.

Joscelin was as amused as hell. He'd accorded Daphne the proper pleasantries that a gentleman shows a lady as she was very much a lady this evening and he'd earned a glare from his ginger friend for it. He'd made it as quick as possible as he knew that Daphne didn't like to be touched and why, but his friend was already highly protective of her. Well then. And he doesn't even know it yet. His smile widened as his gaze went to Daphne. And neither does she.

Joscelin resisted the urge to give into the amused chuckles bubbling inside his chest as he watched the pair before him. Daphne didn't want to be here, at least not in that dress despite how beautiful she looked, and he was fairly sure Charlie would all but growl at every person that came within an arms-breadth of her. Should pop over to see Ginny sometime as well. She'll love this.

As odd as it was, he was content to watch the show for now.

Charlie knew his friend well enough to know that something had tickled the older man. And he knew just what it was. He should have guessed that showing up with Daphne on his arm would send Jos's matchmaking little heart into overdrive, the bloody prat. He made a mental note to stay away from Gin tonight. No doubt she was there and would jump to the same conclusion as Jones.

"Yes, you did," he answered Gwen, deciding to ignore her brother's unvoiced glee. "And you'll notice that I in no way implied that I was the one who could match you. I do, however, think that Ginny could have given you a run for your money had the two of you been in competition." He smiled at first Gwen then Daphne and noticed that despite her smile Daphne looked less than pleased about the conversation. He'd never discussed sports with her and had no idea if she even liked Quidditch. Actually, he hadn't discussed much of anything with her other than dragons and potions. Earlier tonight was the first time he'd had a glimpse of her life.

"We just wanted to wish you a happy birthday," he continued to Gwen. "And then to get out of your way, since I know you have more people to greet. I think Jos invited the whole of the wizarding world tonight."

"Thank you Charlie. It was good of you to come say hello," Gwen said, a soft smile lighting her features. "And I do believe that you'll have to introduce me to your Ginny someday. I was of the illusion that there were only male Weasleys but if there was a girl among you, then yes, she may have been one of the best Slytherin has seen."

Turning to Daphne then, she inclined her head, smile for Charlie shared with her. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Greengrass. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight."

Daphne nodded her head slightly before replying. "Thank you." Then she just couldn't help it. Real Daphne escaped... and spoke. "I do believe Ginny Weasley is the best that Slytherin has seen, but you'd have to ask Draco Malfoy to be certain. Happy birthday then."

Daphne smiled with lots of teeth. She could almost hear her mother screeching in her head. This had been Daphne's favorite game when younger. Doing so well, then zing - inappropriate comment. It had earned her many a punishment.

Charlie choked at the edge of innuendo in Daphne's innocent sounding statement. It was very much at odds with her current society princess persona, but he was glad to see a bit of his Daphne peeking out; the Daphne of snarky comments and tangled hair. But great Godric, did the innuendo have to be about his baby sister?

Gwen's eyes followed the couple as they moved away with interest. There was a story there and she wanted details.

"I only invited half the wizarding world, tosser," Joscelin called, a wide grin on his face when Charlie turned around and scowled at him again.

Glancing up to her brother then, Gwen's brows rose. "I want to know everything you think you know."

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

Romy stood in the glow of the bonfire, catching her breath after dancing several reels to the lively fiddle music. Harry was off chatting with some Weasley or other, and she was taking the opportunity to do a little people watching. Chortling to herself as a familiar couple came into view, she decided to say hello to her old friend Cormac. It was only polite, of course. Moving easily through the crowd of people circulating, she was nearly within an arm's length before he noticed her coming.

"Hello, Cormac! I didn't know you'd be here tonight. What a nice surprise."


"Romy," he said. With the hand that wasn't already holding Pansy's, he reached out and squeezed Romy's shoulder. "Good to see you again. I believe you're acquainted with Miss Parkinson?"

Eyes twinkling with amusement, Romy met Pansy's gaze. "Yes, we had a lovely tea some months ago. A pleasure to see you again, Pansy."

For whom? "As ever, Romilda."

"Are you acquainted with Gwen or Joscelin? I've only met Miss Jones this evening, but she seems a charming woman. Her brother and I have been friends for a while now, though."

"Neither, actually," Cormac answered. "I'm just here in escort capacity this evening, I'm afraid. Pansy is an acquaintance of Gwen's."

Romy's eyes scanned the area, a soft expression coming over her face as she spotted Joscelin engaged in conversation not far away. "Joscelin's really outdone himself with this party, don't you think?"

"He has." He could tell that Pansy was ready for his attention to be back with her. "It was great seeing you, Romy," he said, smiling sincerely. "I've been hearing good things about your training. Keep it up."

"You, too, Cormac. We should have lunch sometime and catch up." Offering her hand to Pansy with a small smile, she added, "Take care, Pansy."

Pansy gave Romy's palm a quick squeeze and resisted wiping her hand on her dress after. "Always, Romilda. Always."

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

"Any more of your ex-girlfriends we're going to run into tonight?" Pansy asked evenly, though a crease marred the skin between her brows.

"I don't imagine so, doll, but I was pants at Divination."

She raised an eyebrow, but decided to let him live. "Good. I think one per evening might be my limit."

"How many do I get?" Cormac asked as Miles walked over to them, escorting a beautiful blond woman.

Miles took a moment to admire his former flame's attire as he approached. Pansy was a beautiful witch any day of the week, but when she decided to get dolled up, she was stunning. "Pansy love, how are you? I must say you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, not that that's any surprise." Looking to Cormac, he offered his hand. "Hello, McLaggen."

Cormac shook hands with Miles and offered up a polite smile. "Bletchley, always a pleasure."

She gave Cormac's arm a little squeeze as she watched the two men shake hands. "Miles? Are you going to introduce us to your partner?" she asked, an amused look on her face.

"Of course," Miles said genially. Gently removing his arm from Simone's grasp, he placed his hand at the base of her spine and urged her forward with light pressure. "Pansy Parkinson and Cormac McLaggen, this is my good friend, Simone Capper."

Simone nodded at Pansy and said, "I've heard your name mentioned here and there, all good things of course, I must say it is a pleasure to meet you finally." She turned to Cormac and let him take her hand in his. "Hello Cormac. It's a pleasure to meet you as well." Her silver bracelet glinted as he released her hand.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Capper." Cormac smiled broadly at the blonde-haired witch.

Pansy glanced at Miles and then her focus went back at the woman next to him. "From whom have you heard my name mentioned?" she asked with a pleasant smile. This was a friend of Miles' after all. She had to be all right. He didn't normally date girls that weren't the cream of the society, The Mouse notwithstanding. "And I wouldn't believe everything you hear," she added with a smirk.

"Well, from acquaintances at the Ministry, Miles too. You are a high ranking in society, I wouldn't imagine you would be surprised that your name in mentioned around London," Simone said with a smile. "And no, I don't believe everything that I hear. I try to get confirmation on all questionable information."

"Cormac, our departments work together enough, it's a odd we don't cross paths at all." Simone smiled, sure he was cute, but she wasn't suggesting anything here. One, from what she heard he was entirely devoted to his job. Two, he was in the Liberi and she tried to avoid inter-faction relationships. Three, he had Pansy. And if she had heard anything about Pansy, she knew to stay away from this one.

"It is a bit of an oddity, although these days I don't see much of anyone at the Ministry with the exception of my secretary." Cormac smiled at Simone, well aware that they had the common tie of being Liberi members as well as Ministry employees. "Perhaps our paths will cross someday, but until then, it was nice meeting you."

"We'll have to rectify that, perhaps," Pansy said smoothly. "I haven't had a dinner party in ages."

"It was lovely meeting you both," Simone said, nodding at Pansy and Cormac.

"You as well, Miss Capper." She smiled at her former boyfriend. "Charming, as ever, Miles."

"Always a pleasure, Pansy. I'm sure we'll be seeing one another again soon." From Pansy's easy manner at their chance meeting, Miles suspected that McLaggen had ignored the advice he'd given. It irritated him a bit, but Pansy was far from defenseless. Hopefully he'd find that his concern was, in fact, overblown. Miles took the liberty of dropping an affectionate kiss on Pansy's cheek before shifting his attention to Cormac. "Take care of her, McLaggen."

No, as a matter of fact I've arranged to have her drawn and quartered. Definitely wouldn't have thought of watching out for her if you hadn't mentioned it. Prat. Cormac nodded in Miles' direction before turning his attention back to Pansy, watching closely for the delight in her expression when he asked her to dance.

Pansy gave him a rare, genuine smile as she slipped her hand into his. "I'd love to."

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

"Having a good time, Kit?" Fred wanted to know, turning his attention from the sharp black and stunning colors of the various pairs of dancers twirling past to look at Katie, a warm smile on his face. He'd realized early in the evening that he ought to take her out more often; much as they enjoyed the quiet time they spent together at Rose Cottage, Katie and Reese both liked people, and the buzzing, animated hum of the party had them full of smiles and good cheer.

He was unsurprised at the quantity and variety of entertainment; from their brief meeting earlier on it was clear that Joscelin and his sister had vastly different tastes, besides an apparent love for needling each other, and there were elements of both of their preferences present. He could see why Katie adored her captain so much after having finally spoken to the woman; his previous acquaintance comprised of glimpses across the locker room lobby or the pitch when he'd collected Katie from practice had shown neither the focus nor the interest Gwen Jones had for her players, but it was obvious in her presence.

Though Katie's bright grin told him that she was pleased with her current situation, he waited for her answer, keeping his hand from straying any lower on her hip by sheer force of will. The long slit in her clingy green dress had been mocking him all evening, but it just wasn't nice to tease with Reese around, and he'd planned at least a dance in the course of the evening.

Feeling Fred's gaze on her, Katie looked up, eyes scanning his face before being caught by bright blue eyes that were very focused on her. She realized he'd been waiting for her to say something and a light blush tinted her cheeks as she nodded again. "Yes. It's nice to be around so many shiny, happy people with you."

She turned into him then, her front pressed to his side, chin resting against his chest as she looked up at him. "Everything's always better with you, shiny boy." It was true. She would have had a great time without him at this party, but it made her happy in a way she wasn't really able to describe that she was with him.

Chuckling softly, Fred dipped his head to kiss the end of Katie's nose. "I'm very glad you think so. It would be a shame if I had to kidnap you to get you to spend time with me... wouldn't work out at all as well, I think." He caught her lips briefly, very much sharing the sentiment but not wanting to get too distracted. "Come and dance with me, princess," he requested, stepping back and letting her slide free of his embrace until he held just her hands.

A little breathless from having his lips on hers, Katie nodded her assent though he was already leading her into the crowd of dancers. Her eyes never left him. Sometimes she was able to see other people, but when he was focusing on her in any kind of way, when he touched her deliberately, Katie's vision narrowed to Fred.

As he brought her close and led them into step with the other dancers, Katie tipped her head back, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I'd not mind being kidnapped, though. It sounds kind of exciting," she said, cheeks tinting again, though her eyes were bright on him.

"I'll keep it in mind," Fred promised, a wicked glint in his eyes. Leaning down to put his mouth next to Katie's ear, not quite touching, he added, "That might be our next dream share... we haven't thought one up in a while." He straightened, watching Katie's gaze heat at the thought as he continued to sway them through the waltz.

A little shiver went down her spine, both at having Fred's breath fanning warm across her ear and for the words that touched her skin. Her breathing was just a bit faster as she looked up at him, thoughts having made her just a bit hazy as she remembered the last few times they had shared dreams.

"I don't mind dream sharing, either. They always have lots of shiny things," she said softly, very aware now of all the places they were touching, his hand warm on her back.

Sure that he would never get tired of seeing the slightly shy naughtiness dance in Katie's eyes, Fred just smiled, content to let the idea brew for a while and see where it went. There was plenty of time for surprises, after all, as he wasn't planning on letting Katie go any time soon. Ever. Living without his sunshine wasn't something he could go back to, not after the darkness she'd pulled him out of. He'd stopped wondering, sometime between realizing that he essentially lived at Rose Cottage and then realizing it didn't bother him in the slightest, what had changed, and simply accepted that it had.

Good, then, he mused as the music changed. Settled. Mine.

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

Tonks was wandering to the buffet when she tripped again, stupid heels, and fell into a familiar wall.

"Oh, for the love of Hecate, I'm sorry. It seems I'm just doomed to fall into you at every chance. Soon you'll think I'm doing it a'purpose," Tonks said, blushing and smiling up at Joscelin. At least she hadn't been holding a drink in her hand.

A chuckle rumbled from Joscelin as he reached out to steady Dora with a firm hand at her elbow, eyes twinkling to see her cheeks tinted in a light blush. She looked a bit different without the mass amounts of curly blue hair, but that voice and her eyes gave her away.

"I'll not be complaining, Dora, especially if it is a'purpose," he grinned, releasing his hold on her when she seemed to be steady. Or as steady as Dora ever seemed. In his short acquaintance with her, her balance hadn't been noted as a strong point.

"I'm sure you won't, until I step on your feet with my spikes," Tonks replied dryly, grinning. "The party, though, is lovely. Thank you for the invitation."

How Joscelin met the people he did, Gwen would never know. She knew people because she made efforts to do so - keeping up with society events, going to tea and luncheons - but her brother just ... knew everyone. Gryffindors, she thought wryly.

"I'm glad you could come Dora," Gwen said then, expression pleasantly amused. "I believe it's been since you used to hit bludgers at me that we've seen each other," she added wryly, thoughts briefly touching on their school days. Dora Tonks had been a fearsome beater for Hufflepuff and had she decided, Gwen was fairly sure she could have joined the professional league as well.

Her gaze skipping to Joscelin then and back to Dora, she added, "and do feel free to spike him, unintentionally or otherwise."

Tonks noticed the warmth flowing between the siblings, and grinned internally. Her face held amusement, and she replied, "As the birthday girl wishes." She winked at Jos as he pretended to look offended. "Felicitations on your natality, Gwen. I do hope it is turning out as you'd've like it."

"It's been lovely thus far," Gwen replied, small smile pulling at her lips as she leaned forward to ghost a kiss across both of Dora's cheeks. "And thank you."

Tonks returned the greeting, internally thanking her mother for the hours of etiquette.

Joscelin was severely pleased. Gwen had been pleasantly amiable and in genial good spirits for most of the evening. It wasn't her wont to be as relaxed as she was, especially surrounded by their peers. Whatever had passed between her and Tristan was very, very good for her. He was of a mind to keep her this way and if that meant keeping his mouth shut concerning a certain gentleman, he'd keep his comments to himself.

Focusing on Dora then, Joscelin's grin went crooked with his own thoughts and good humor and he dipped into a fluid, flourished bow. "Honor me with a dance, Miss Tonks?" he asked, eyes twinkling up at her.

Tonks dipped into a curtsy, not stumbling for once, Thanks Merlin for muscle memory, replying, "Only if your sister doesn't mind me borrowing your attention, and you don't have a particular attachment to your toes." Her eyes sparkled with good humor.

"I've no such concerns about his toes," Gwen chuckled. "Taking him off my hands for awhile would be much appreciated," she added, casting an affectionate grin up at her brother.

"And I've no concerns as my sister made sure I was an accomplished dancer," Joscelin replied genially, lifting his sister's hand from his arm and kissing her knuckles. "You owe me a jig before the night is through, sister."

"Not on your life, brother. I've this lovely dress you gave me to think of, after all," she answered, her own eyes dancing in amusement as her hands smoothed out over the silk ruffles of which she spoke.

Chuckling, Joscelin turned to Dora with a smile and offered his arm. "Shall I show you how adept I am at avoiding the spikes then?"

Tonks nodded her thanks in Gwen's direction, and then took Joscelin's arm. "Indeed, Mister Jones, I would."

Settling her hand on his arm and keeping it covered by his larger one, Joscelin deftly led them onto the dance floor. Bringing Dora into the circle of his arms, he led them into step easily, guiding her with a firm hand warm on her back.

"No falling or spikes, I think," he grinned down at her, spinning her out and back into his arms, effortlessly finding the step again. "You're safe from stumbling as long as you're in my arms," he added, eyes twinkling merrily.

"Why, Joscelin, my hero," Tonks replied in a high pitched voice, then dropped to her normal pitch, laughing. "Though, you are quite the accomplished dancer. Gwen did a marvelous job." She smiled sweetly at him. "You were sweet to throw her a party. Ever think of going into party planning?" she teased.

Chuckling, Joscelin grinned down at his partner. "Not unless I get to blow something up. In fact, this party came into being because I was fooling around with fireworks on the grounds one evening," he said, voice wry. "Of course, it was all for Gwen in the end, but the initial thought had been to have the largest audience for the biggest store of fireworks I could find," he admitted, grin going crooked.

Tonks laughed in return, "Of course, I should have known. I'm looking forward to seeing them." She squeaked as he dipped her low.

Laughing merrily at the small sound that slipped her lips as he dipped her, he brought her closer then and twirled them about. "You will, Dora. I've not a doubt that even those in the ballroom won't miss them. I cleaned out Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."

Grinning down at her, he couldn't resist a light tease. "And some Auror you turned out to be, hmmm? If squeaking has the same effect on all bad men, then it'll just make them want to find you more quickly and see if they can produce such a sound again, Miss Tonks." He was incorrigible. He knew it. Gwen knew it. Hell, everyone knew it.

Tonks was torn between being indignant and squeaking again, "Why, how do you think I solve so many cases? They just flock to me and admit their wrongs. Or it encourages them to do even more bad things so I chase them." She fluttered her eyelashes, "Are you feeling as if you may do something naughty, Mister Jones?" She knew he was teasing, and dammit, she'd tease back.

Flashing a grin that bared his teeth, eyes darkening just a bit though they still twinkled with teasing good humor, Joscelin dipped her again, the squeak he'd been seeking making an appearance as intended. As he righted her in his arms, Joscelin leaned down, voice just a bit lower as he said, "I'm always feeling as if I may do something naughty and a plethora of wicked things as well."

He leaned back then, grinning down at her. "I'm a bad man, Miss Tonks. Question is, will I flock to you and pour out all my wrong doings or will you have to chase me?" he asked, brow raising as his eyes glittered in high amusement down at her.

Tonks raised her eyes, fighting the urge to throw her head back and laugh. This was fun. "Well, Mister Jones," she purred, voice lowering as her hand moved down his arm, "I suppose that depends on how naughty you've been, and what I'll do with you when you're caught."

The song finished, and she moved to clap her hands with the rest of the dancing couples. "Thank you for the dance, I'm sure we'll bump into each other again soon," Tonks said, face flushed and eyes dark with mirth.

"Should it always be this interesting, I'll not be complaining about being... caught," he grinned.

Tonks chuckled, "Indeed, Mister Jones. Enjoy the rest of your evening." As she slipped from his side, she gave him a firm pat on the bum, and sauntered into the crowd, hips swinging and a smirk on her face. Don't trip, don't trip, don't trip.

Somehow Joscelin was unsurprised. A full laugh rumbled out as he watched Dora saunter off. He couldn't resist. "Don't trip, Dora," he called, still laughing.

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

Regan was interminably bored with the pleasantries being exchanged with a set of society women who tended to reach out to pat her like a small dog or child, and then get very pinched looks when she tucked herself against Tristan's back out of their range. She pulled the hand that Tristan had wrapped around hers up to her cheek, nuzzling him and then kissing his palm deliberately before letting her hand slide free with a sweet smile up at her brother. He'd paused in complimenting an admittedly nice piece of jewelry to look at her, and she twisted from side to side, making her skirt swish. "I'm going to go look around," she announced quietly, ignoring the women frowning at the audacity of her interrupting them.

"Go ahead, Snowdrop," Tristan agreed, fully aware how much his sister hated being treated like a doll on display. He watched her meander toward the orchestra for a moment, then turned back to his conversation, not an iota of his deep amusement at his company's displeasure showing in his face.

It was almost a game to see if she could slip between the various groups of people standing around to talk and laugh and drink with nothing more than the hem of her skirt coming into contact with anyone, though she disliked the results when she 'missed', and Regan found herself rather suddenly in front of the line of violinists, pausing abruptly in mesmer. They were in the middle of a familiar waltz, and she drifted herself out of the traffic pattern near the edge of the dance floor so that she might stand and watch a while, the fingers of her left hand sketching the cello part for the piece in the air, a hazy sort of smile on her face.

Susan had been making the rounds, just checking to make sure everything was going well. The charms were holding nicely. Hannah's food was well received, not that that was any surprise. The music was wonderful, and people seemed to be enjoying themselves. She'd asked Kristen to make sure the musicians had drinks nearby, and there was a discreetly stashed supply available. Perfect.

As she made her way around the room, she spied a young girl entranced by the orchestra. The girl's fingers were moving in a deliberate pattern, and she was obviously quite caught up.

"They're quite good, aren't they?" Susan queried gently, coming to stand near the youngest of the guests she'd seen this evening.

Startling violently as someone spoke quite near her, Regan glanced quickly toward the source of the voice, hiding her left hand in her skirt. "They are," she answered carefully, not quite sure what the petite woman wanted from her. "I've enjoyed listening, though I also want to visit the fiddler outside before evening's end."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to take you by surprise," Susan said, an apologetic smile crossing her face. The girl was apparently a bit high-strung and shy, both of which Susan could identify with to a certain degree. "Yes, by all means you should spend a bit of time listening to Mac. She's great fun to watch, and loves an audience." Extending her hand, she introduced herself. "I'm Susan Bones, by the way."

Regan smiled shyly. "It's all right, I just get lost, sometimes. Music steals me away, air and all the rest." She tipped her head in curiosity as the name 'Mac' was given. "Is that what she's called, then? The bright fiddler? I heard a bit when we arrived on the lawns and it was very lively indeed. She feels sound." A blink later she pulled herself up, out of the long thought trail she'd been wandering toward. "Regan Bole," she answered, clasping Susan's hand lightly. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Bones."

"Likewise, Miss Bole." Smiling at the apt description Regan had given of Mac, 'bright' describing her personality, her playing, and her intellect, Susan nodded. "Mac is short for her last name, MacDougal, and it's what she's been called since we were in school together. You've captured her very well for only having heard a bit. I don't think Mac does anything in halves; she's quite passionate about her pursuits. Do you play yourself?"

Letting Susan's words filter through her brain, the sudden rush of information taking a moment to sort and connect, Regan nodded finally. "That sounds like what I heard... must be the same fiddler." Her face heating as she realized she'd been caught 'playing' along with the orchestra, she admitted, "Yes... cello... since I was very little. It's one of my favorite things."

A fellow blusher, Susan thought, unsurprised that pinking cheeks went along with Miss Bole's bashful demeanor. It was clear she was an intelligent and reflective girl, if a bit dreamy and lyrical in her speech. "No doubt you're quite accomplished, then. The technical bits can be learned in any activity, but only those who truly love what they're doing can speak through it."

"Mmm... I enjoy it, that's all," Regan said with a shrug. "Trist and Gwen don't mind hearing me play, and I love the sound of it echoing through me. This 'Mac' has good echoes, too, I heard them." Shaking herself free of her musings again, she looked speculatively at Susan. "Are you one of Gwen's friends, then? I don't think you're a Quidditch player, though I do apologize if I'm wrong," she ventured.

"You're correct, I don't play Quidditch. I actually only met Gwen this evening. Her brother Joscelin and I are friends. He asked me to help with the party planning, and it's been a fun sort of challenge putting everything together." Susan looked around the room contemplatively. "I think it's turned out rather well, though. People seem to be enjoying themselves."

Blinking around at the vast ballroom and considering what she'd glimpsed of the grounds, Regan was impressed. "I'm not quite sure I want to think on that. It's perfectly lovely, but what a lot of work it must have been..." Joscelin's name registered a moment later and she laughed, turning her eyes up to Susan's. "I met him the weekend before last. He's very charming, though Gwen isn't a bit impressed with him at all."

"It was a bit of work, but I wasn't doing it alone." Susan blushed lightly, knowing most people didn't share her meticulous nature. "I enjoy organization and details, and Joscelin could even make scrubbing cauldrons fun, I think." Giggling at Regan's statement, she nodded. "I believe Joscelin takes great pleasure in making sure his sister is unimpressed. He seems to enjoy provoking her until she 'breaks things on him'."

"I imagine he could," Regan agreed, thinking of the jovial dragon tamer and his persistent smile. She smiled at Susan, the evening at the Cat & Fiddle having given her a good idea of just why Gwen might want to use her brother to smash things on, though she'd never met with Gwen's supposed temper herself. Eyes bright with remembered mischief, she mused, "He'd probably consider it a chance at a bit of extra exercise. It's not difficult to see why he loves his dragons so."

Laughing outright, Susan was once again impressed by how well the younger witch seemed to read people. Her introverted tendencies probably gave her the opportunity to study mannerisms rather more extensively than the average person bothered to. "No, not difficult at all," she granted. "I'd better go find my escort before he thinks I've gone on without him. It was very nice talking with you, Miss Bole. I hope you enjoy your evening."

Bobbing a polite curtsy, Regan acknowledged Susan taking her leave. "You as well, Miss Bones. Good evening."

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

After thanking her partner for the dance, Romy moved to the edge of the floor as quickly as she could without drawing notice. She didn't want the man to have the chance to ask her for another turn. Who knew a fellow could get handsy during a waltz?

Thank Merlin he didn't ask me when they played a tango. The prat would probably have tried to steal my knickers or some such rubbish.

Lost in her thoughts, she slipped through the maze of people in a zigzagging route, hoping to get lost amongst the crowd.

"Easy, there," Tristan admonished with a smile, catching Romy as she slipped past and was nearly trampled. Steadying her with a hand on her arm, he inclined his head in greeting. "A pleasant surprise, Miss Vane. I wasn't aware that you were acquainted with the Harpies' captain."

Genuinely pleased to see Tristan, Romy's face lit with a bright smile. "A pleasant surprise indeed, Tristan. I've only met Miss Jones this evening, actually. I'm acquainted with her brother, Joscelin. Given your line of work, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you know her, though."

Rather well, actually, came the unbidden thought, the accompanying smirk just barely prevented as thoughts of the past week surfaced. "We just completed a broom commission, in fact. Regan and I met her brother weekend before last. He's quite..." Gryffindor "...animated."

"That's a very diplomatic way to put it," Romy replied with a laugh, her eyes taking on a faraway look as she spoke. "Joscelin's something else. Quite fond of trouble, but like you, he's a very proud brother. Although I suspect you're less likely to earn a hexing from Regan than he is from Gwen."

"Infinitely," Tristan agreed, a chuckle slipping out as he imagined the exceedingly twitchy demeanor that mention of Joscelin had caused of late, with regard to the evening spent at the Cat & Fiddle. Watching Romy's expression soften as she spoke of the elder Jones sibling, his brows raised subtly. It would appear that Regan is not the only female under the dragon tamer's sway, then, though that's hardly unexpected. He seems to find flirting good sport. "Rather more than acquainted, if you've gleaned all that. And yes, I thought it prudent not to insult your own school affiliations in the process. I doubt one would call a natural lion 'boisterous'."

"Not a prudent person, certainly," Romy returned with a wink. "And yes, 'acquainted' is a little bit of an understatement." Though not as much of one as I'd prefer. "I count Joscelin among a very small number of people I would call my friend. Although if you've had occasion to introduce your sister to him, I'll venture your dealings with Gwen Jones extend beyond a broom commission." What a very small world it is.

Reading the hint in Romy's statement and unwilling to give up the information she was seeking, Tristan smiled and shrugged. "I'll admit to that being a great deal more Regan's idea than my own. The invitation involved dancing, and she's immensely fond of Gwen; she's luckily never been one for pouting, but I think I might have endured a dose over refusal of our evening out." He gathered their current and previous conversations in his mind, adding with complete honesty, "I'm very glad to hear you say that with surety; friends are valuable things to have."

"I'm inclined to agree with you there, though it is something of a recent discovery for me." She hoped Tristan could read her well enough to see that he was also counted in that exclusive group. It wasn't something she was comfortable saying freely yet, and it wasn't a pronouncement to make at a social event in any case.

She'd noticed he'd avoided classifying his relationship with Gwen Jones, but she didn't begrudge him his privacy. It wasn't Romy's affair, though she didn't doubt for a moment that there was more than business between Tristan and Joscelin's sister. If nothing else, the fact that his Regan thought highly of her spoke volumes. And good for them, if it was so.

"Friendships are quite stealthy in that way, I've found," Tristan teased lightly, extending his hand after a glance toward where he'd last seen Regan watching the orchestra. "A dance, Miss Vane? We've yet to be granted the opportunity in our time together, and it's never one I would waste." She was likely to be a good partner, as well, given the natural grace to her movements regardless of her intent in action, and Tristan was always pleased to find a woman who was both able to follow competently and interesting to dance with.

Accepting Tristan's hand gladly, Romy was pleased to have the opportunity to dance with him. Tristan offered good conversation, a subtle and engaging wit, and he was far less likely to grope her backside than the last man she'd let lead her around the floor. "Yes, I'd love to dance with you," she answered, her voice and demeanor completely free from artifice as Tristan guided her to the floor.

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

"Your presence is requested at the tables," Kristen said with a smile. She was having the best time. Hannah kept sending her off to dance. Now she would do the same.

Hannah smiled and headed out of the prep area. Blaise was standing there frowning and looking around. He had not spotted her.

"Something wrong, love?"

Blaise turned and smiled at her tightly. "Not so much. I'm trying to stay away from the birthday girl. She wants to hex me. I'm trying not to be sick at Mother's display, and I can't rightly tell if she's hanging over that Joscelin bloke to irritate me or because her hand likes his arse." He rolled his eyes and grinned. "Care to dance with me, my lady?"

"Certainly," Hannah said, taking his offered arm. "Well Joscelin is very pretty."

Blaise glared.

"He isn't you. Don't be cross. I was quite alone with him when he hired me for this party, and I managed to keep my hands to myself. No hands anywhere near his bum. I can not say the same for when I am alone with you."

He led her around a bit to start their dance and Hannah wished her dress was a bit more swirly. She liked a swishy dress for dancing.

He smirked. "Well, you have my full permission, as always, to let your hands stray very far to the south. I will make no objections."

"And have everyone talking how Zabini's little mudblood girlfriend is so crass as to be part of the hired help tonight but also not about to act appropriately."

Blaise stopped spinning her in the middle of the dance floor and gripped her shoulders, staring at her.

"Where did you hear that? Who said that to you?"

"Does it matter? I'm not bothered by it. If they want to think that matters, let them. They certainly weren't too good to eat my food. Well, almost all of them weren't. It's nothing. I just... I know Draco doesn't think like that, but what if everyone else you know does? Do you know how many times I was asked my name and then my blood status tonight? A muggleborn who is a shop owner. Apparently it suits, but I shouldn't be dating you, but I knew that. Just not for the reasons they think."

"Fuck them and their bloody holier-than-thou mentalities. I'm here to dance with my beautiful girlfriend who is a better woman than all of them combined. If they have a problem with it, they're more than welcome to talk to me and then I'll hex them," Blaise said strongly as he led them to dance again.

Hannah smiled and moved closer. "I love you. Thank you for the dress."

"I love you as well, and the next person who looks at you in any manner you don't like, point them out to either me or Draco. We'll take care of it. Promise. I won't have people looking down on you like that for no good reason." Blaise leaned down and kissed her. "I don't suppose you'd listen to me if I asked if you wanted to kip up to a spare room to test the furniture, would you?"

"Would it shock you if I said yes?"

His steps faltered a bit.

"I think Kristen can handle things for at least half an hour if you think you can get my hair done back up like it is."

He immediately stopped dancing again and started pulling her through the crowd of dancers by the hand.

Hannah was giggling. She could not help it. He was so funny about her. You'd think he'd be tired by now, bored with her. He never seemed to though. As soon as they were in a secluded place where most of the other guests weren't, she was being thoroughly kissed.

"Mmmm." Hannah was glad it was dark because she was blushing.

"You," Blaise said as he started to kiss down her neck, "Look absolutely ravishing in that dress. I haven't seen you much, and I'm very glad that we finally have a moment to ourselves."

"Mmm," was Hannah's only reply. "I'm sorry I have been working so much. I hired a new person actually, but she's just on for the summer. Answering owl orders. In fact, she'll be starting at Draco's school in the fall. Very nice. Lovely son. If she can't find a sitter, he'll be in the kitchens reading. You should come by the bakery and meet him. I think he'd like you. He's very smart."

Blaise stopped and pulled back, glaring at her.

"I don't like children. They're messy, far too blunt, and if they do something I don't like, I can't hex them or I'll have women after me. I think I won't be stopping by the bakery anytime soon."

"Blaise," Hannah admonished. "Jack's not like that. Draco likes him. Well, he likes Draco, I should say. I want you to meet him. Please. Jack's very tidy for a child. I've told him about you, and he's quite curious."

"All right, I'll try to come by sometime next week. Happy? But for now, can we please not talk about children while I'm trying to ravish you? I'm all up for practicing making them, but to actually have one? No. You? I'd love to have you all night." Blaise started kissing her again, his hands moving all over her body.

Hannah was embarrassed by the sound he managed to pull out of her. "Find us somewhere secluded. NOW"