(So, yeah, I suck. The last chapter of this story was published on Annibug's birthday, and I'm only getting to the epilogue now... On her next birthday. Still, happy birthday, Anni!)

"Now, Percy, you sit here, dear." Molly guided him to a spot at the table and kissed his cheek before bustling back to the stove. "So are you seeing anyone these days? That young man you introduced us to a month ago..."

"Is no longer in the picture," said Percy, eyeing his mother suspiciously. "I'm seeing--"

"Hello, hello!" caroled Angelina from the doorway, carrying a huge bag of presents. "I'm the first of the invading horde! Neeko and the others are less than five minutes behind me."

Two pops in the living room heralded the arrival of Ginny and Draco, who could be heard complaining about not having the festivities at Malfoy Manor and the dangers of apparating while pregnant. Ginny blithely ignored him, coming in to kiss her mother before sitting down to chat with Percy. Draco stood in the doorway for a long moment, staring at the wobbly tables that had been set up in a space much too small to contain them. "Bugger that."

A few spells later and the wall between the kitchen and family room had disappeared, replaced by a graceful arch supporting the beams above. Next the tables disappeared, to be replaced by a single mahogany length that stretched far into the family room. The chairs popped away one by one, replaced by a series of beautifully upholstered ones which matched the French Provincial style of the table. Percy squawked as his didn't quite reappear quickly enough and he landed on the floor, but Ginny laughed and just switched chairs before her old one disappeared. The family room furnishings arranged themselves against one wall, looking newly polished, and the carpets even rolled themselves out of the way before a second, much smaller table appeared. Draco nodded in satisfaction. "Much better."

"Draco Malfoy, what have you done to my house?" Molly was holding a spoon dripping with sauce and looming over the cool blond despite his considerable height advantage.

"I made everything more comfortable," he said, seating himself next to Ginny. "Call it a Christmas present if you like."

Molly glared at him. "This was for your own good, not mine," she said, waving the spoon. "You still owe me a gift." She whirled and gave the sauce another stir, then looked over her shoulder. "I haven't been on holiday in years, you know, and I understand Torremolinos is very nice."

Ginny shook her head and stood up to dig in her pocket for a galleon, which she handed to her very smug husband. He grinned and accepted it, then took Molly in his arms and gave her a loud, smacking kiss on the cheek. "What on earth was that for?"

"Because you're getting much better at being idly rich," Draco said. "Although I'm afraid I'd already bought the tickets for a five-star resort in Barbados instead. Just try to be sure Arthur doesn't kill anyone with the rental car."

"Showing off again, Malfoy?" Hermione seemed more amused than hostile as she entered through the family room archway. Ron was directly behind her and glaring at Draco, and so all was right with the world. The two men had made a single attempt to get along amicably and it had finally ended when their cruel wives had stopped laughing long enough to tell them they could stop.

"Course he is," said Neeko, who had come in from the back door trailed by her extended family and by Harry. "But if it means I don't gotta bump my elbows to eat, he can be as big a showoff as he wants."

The two women exchanged a somewhat distant hug, then more enthusiastic ones were distributed among the various Weasleys and the American Grangers, who had been discovered to be extremely distant relations to Hermione. Finally, as they all settled in at the tables, Leela grousing at being stuck with the children at the smaller one, Harry detached himself from Molly's bear hug and said shyly, "Mum, you remember Luna Lovegood, don't you? We've been seeing each other for several weeks now."

"Of course," said Molly, looking a bit confused. She rallied quickly with only the barest of disappointed glances towards Percy and proceeded to fuss over both Harry and Luna until it was time to serve the meal.

Draco watched it all from where he sat with his arms around his wife, his hands resting on her distended stomach. "He's active today, isn't he?"

"I guess she's excited about Christmas," said Ginny, brushing a kiss onto his neck. "I love you, you know."

"Thank you," he said, his hand squeezing her stomach briefly before he buried his face in her shoulder. Never in a thousand years would he admit to even the slightest hint of a possibility that there were sentimental tears threatening to form in his eyes. He thought Ginny might know, though, because he heard her snickering.

Then again, maybe not. Ginny wasn't the only one who went from muffled snickers to full-out laughter when Harry could be heard across the table shouting, "MUM! You're /embarrassing/ me!" Percy meanwhile was rolling his eyes and saying, "Honestly, Mother, have you never heard of bisexuality, not once? And Harry's not my type even if both of us weren't seeing girls at the moment."

"What's wrong with Harry? I'd want him if I was a bender!" Ron's passionate defense of his friend sent Hermione off into a fit of giggles and had Molly staring at him in horror. Harry just laughed and threw a roll across the table to land with a buttery splat on Ron's nose. Draco groaned and slid under the table as the food fight began in earnest. Even his normally sane wife was tossing around vegetables with gusto and accuracy. He saw Neeko appear under the table as well and felt relieved that at least he'd have someone sensible to talk to.

This happy thought was doomed to a quick death as she gave him an evil smile before blinding him with a handful of mashed potatoes. Resigned, he crawled back into his chair and watched the entire clan for a few moments before shrugging and saying, "What the hell."

A mince pie met Perfect Potter's face shortly thereafter and Draco thought that this was, quite possibly, the happiest anyone had ever felt.