"Draco! Sorry, I just finished setting up the table. I swear I hadn't forgotten about you!" Harry said and took his right hand.
                              
"Luna said I should... mingle..." he said as he pursed his lips in distaste.
                              
Harry laughed. "Violates some rules of hosting, I suppose?"
                              
"Yes," he said, but smiled. He officially met each of the Weasleys, as he hadn't met a few of them before, including the oldest son, Bill. He was the man Greyback had mauled because he, Draco, let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. He nearly broke Harry's hand when Harry said his name.
                              
"I'm... sorry," he apologized to Ron's oldest brother
                              
"Oh, no, Draco. It's alright. We all have war wounds. I didn't blame you. Let's let bygones be bygones, alright?" "Scarface" Bill suggested.
                              
He just nodded. Harry took over the conversation after that. He was staving off the panic attack that would come if anyone did confront him. Neville was stuttering a bit when he came over to talk to Harry, and Draco felt a fresh wave of guilt from that.
                              
That was somewhat abated when Neville said, "I forgive you, Draco. We were just kids. You make Harry happy, so that's all that matters. I was next to you... when V-Voldemort came up to the school. You didn't cross the line to go to him. So, that makes you a good guy."
                              
Neville then said that he wanted to talk to Hannah and left them there. Harry chuckled a little. "Neville's a good guy. I hope those two get married."
                              
"Yeah. Why did he forgive me, though?"
                              
"We aren't the grudge-holding sort, Draco, and he's the chillax-est guy I know. Maybe he gets high off the plants in the greenhouse."
                              
Draco gave him a raised eyebrow, but a few cries of joy from the crowd, heralded the entry of a new arrival. Harry led him over to the door.
                              
"Oh, Harry! Happy Christmas! Sorry love, I don't trust him through the Floo, yet," a woman's voice said.
                              
"Arry!" a child cried.
                              
"Ted-Ted!" Harry said and let go of Draco's hand, but he pressed back into him as he lifted the child. "Draco, this is Teddy Lupin, my godson. Ted, this is Draco. He's your cousin."
                              
"Coz-in!" the boy repeated, and a small hand grabbed his robes possessively.
                              
Draco took a deep breath in. He knew about them. His mother had cried that night when Aunt Bella issued her declaration to kill her sister's whole family.
                              
"My, my... it is my nephew. I'm your aunt."
                              
"Hello, Aunt... Andromeda," Draco said, quietly. He had never spoken to the woman.
                              
"Aunt Andy is fine," she said and suddenly pulled him into a hug. "Harry sent me the article. I'm so sorry for... well... there's really nothing to be done?"
                              
"No, ma'am," he said respectfully.
                              
"Aunt Andy, child. Your mum and I were very close growing up."
                              
"I know. My mum named me after the stars, like you."
                              
The older woman gasped, "She didn't hate me?"
                              
Draco shook his head. "She said my grandparents arranged her marriage, and my father forbade contact with you."
                              
"I... my eloped marriage probably forced that."
                              
Draco shrugged. His mum wasn't about to bring up those stories with his father around.
                              
"We'll have more chats, Draco. It's already late, and I'd prefer to talk in a quiet setting," she said, as someone cranked up "Deck the Halls With Boughs of Holly," and the Weasleys seemed to be belting out the chorus. "Next Sunday, we'll have lunch and talk about my Cissy."