A/N – This is a short 5 part story. As regular readers will know, I love reunion story's, and this is yet another of my reunion story's. Updates will be Tuesdays and Thursdays. I hope people enjoy this story.

Dinner at the Potter household was as usual, a lively affair. Normally dinner involved Harry and Ginny Potter, their two biological children, James and Lily, and Harry's godson, Teddy Lupin. Teddy was the oldest at ten, James was five and Lily was approaching her second birthday. However as well as the Potters, Ron Weasley and his wife Lavender Brown were also present along with their children, four year old Hugo and one year old Rose.

With so many people present for dinner, it was a loud and boisterous affair. It also meant that Ginny didn't have the chance to mention her latest idea until dinner was finished and the kids were busy. Rose and Lily had fallen asleep together in the front room, while Teddy was watching the younger boys playing upstairs.

"Dinner was great, Gin," Ron said as the two couples settled in the front room with a glass of wine each.

"Thanks," Ginny replied, smiling at her brother. She never quite felt as though she lived up to the culinary standards their mother Molly set, and it was nice to have her food appreciated.

"Didn't you have something you wanted to discuss?" Harry asked his wife. Ginny had mentioned earlier that she wanted to talk to him about something, but Ron and Lavender had arrived and they hadn't had a chance to talk since.

"If it's private, we can leave," Lavender offered, even though she was hoping they could stay and find out what was going on.

"No, it's fine," Ginny said. "In fact I would appreciate your opinions on the matter. I was in Diagon Alley this morning and I ran into a friend who's on the charity committee for St Mungo's. She was telling me that there's a fundraiser being held next month for the premature babies unit."

When Lily had been born, she had arrived almost two months early and she'd spent the first few weeks of her life in the premature baby unit at St Mungo's. Without the unit, Lily would never have survived and as a thank you for the wonderful work of the staff in the unit, the Potters made a generous donation to the unit every year. However, a big fundraiser would be yet another way they could support the unit that ensured they had a healthy baby daughter.

"What sort of fundraiser?" Lavender asked. These days' fundraisers came in all shapes and sizes, so it was hard to know what to expect if someone mentioned a fundraiser for something.

"It's a very exclusive, high end evening," Ginny answered. "Instead of tickets, they're selling tables. The prices vary based on the number of people at the table. Anyway, the evening starts with a three course meal, followed by an hour in a ballroom, before an exclusive auction."

"It sounds expensive," Ron grumbled. These days he and Lavender were fairly well off, between his salary as an Auror, Lavender's wage as a columnist in Witch Weekly, and the large chunk of money he'd received from the Ministry for his part in bringing down Voldemort in the war several year ago, however he didn't believe in paying more than he had to for anything.

"It will be an expensive night," Ginny admitted. "But it's worth it for the unit. Besides, if we buy a table we don't even need to buy anything at the auction."

"You might not have to buy anything, but you'll have to bid," Lavender pointed out. "At an evening like that, people will be watching and they'll notice if people fail to bid on anything."

"What sort of things are in the auction?" Harry asked. Money really wasn't an issue at all for him and Ginny, but he wanted to be sure how much the evening was going to cost him.

"Everything's still being put into place, but my friend mentioned everything would be top of the range," Ginny said. "She said Narcissa Malfoy had secured a deal with a top hotel for them to donate a weekend away, and she was in talks with a high end jeweller to secure something for the auction. Everything will be worth a small fortune, I can guarantee that."

"Did you just say, Narcissa Malfoy?" Ron questioned with a frown. After the war the Malfoys had made an effort to make amends for the past, and while Ron fully accepted the family had changed, he still didn't want anything to do with them.

"Yes, Narcissa is on the charity committee, and she's organising the entire evening," Ginny replied.

"You can guarantee it's going to be classy," Lavender remarked. "The woman oozes class. I'm sure she can organise a wonderful evening. I hear she throws the most amazing parties at the manor."

"The evening won't be held at the manor, will it?" Harry checked with his wife. He had no problem spending a few thousand galleons to attend a fancy evening out, but there was no way he was stepping foot inside Malfoy Manor.

"No," Ginny answered with a shake of her head. "It's a public function, so it'll be held somewhere public. Chances are it'll be held at a fancy hotel."

"As long as it's not being held at the manor, I see no reason why we can't go," Harry announced.

"Excellent," Ginny beamed at Harry as she leant over and gave him a quick kiss. "Now we just need to sort out how many people are coming, so we know what size table to buy."

"Count me and Ron in," Lavender said quickly. There was no way she was going to miss a fancy evening at a posh hotel.

"I was thinking we could ask Luna and Neville," Ginny said. "And we could ask George and Angelina. That would give us a table for eight."

"That sounds fine," Harry said. "Find out how much the tables are before asking anyone else. Once we know how much we have to pay, we can ask the others. If it's too expensive and we think people might not be able to afford it, we can buy the whole table and just invite people as our guests."

"I'll sort everything tomorrow," Ginny vowed, giving Harry another kiss.

With everything settled, Ginny and Lavender started to excitedly discuss the charity evening, while Harry and Ron's conversation drifted off to work and quidditch. They would let their wives worry about the fundraiser, they would just pay what was needed and turn up on the evening looking smart.

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"It's going to be something special," Narcissa Malfoy enthused, smiling excitedly at her family.

Narcissa was having dinner with her husband, Lucius, their son, Draco, and Draco's wife and son. Draco was rather surprisingly married to his former childhood adversary, Hermione Granger, and together the couple had a five year old son, Scorpius. Hermione was also three months pregnant with the couple's second child. Initially Lucius and Narcissa had been hesitant when Draco had announced he was involved with Hermione, but over the years they'd grown close to the muggleborn witch and they now loved her as a daughter.

As they ate, Narcissa was telling her family about the charity evening she was putting together. The unit for premature babies was a cause close to Narcissa's heart, and she'd been heavily involved with the unit since it had opened. A few years after Draco was born, Narcissa and Lucius had a second child, unfortunately she was premature and with no specialist care available at St Mungo's, the baby died after less than a week. Since then Narcissa had done everything she could to try and raise awareness for premature babies, and she was eager to do everything she could to help the unit expand so they could help more babies.

"It sounds great, Narcissa," Hermione said, smiling at her mother-in-law's enthusiasm for the project. Hermione herself was heavily involved with a few charities, and she understood Narcissa's enthusiasm for the cause.

"It will be a memorable night," Narcissa said. "I've already spoken to Blaise, and he's agreed we can hold the evening in his hotel on the south coast." Blaise Zabini was Draco's best friend and he owned a string of exclusive wizarding hotels around the world. "He's even agreed to donate a weekend at one of his overseas hotels for the auction."

"What else have you got lined up for the auction?" Draco asked.

"I've spoken to the owner of a spa I visit, and she's agreed to donate a full set of treatments," Narcissa replied. "I'm also in talks with a jeweller to donate some sort of jewellery piece. I've also got a few more ideas in the pipeline."

"Just let me know if I can help anyway," Draco offered.

"You can help by attending the fundraiser," Narcissa replied. "I'm planning on buying one of the larger tables. I expect you two to come and support us, and I was going to ask Blaise and Daphne. And I'll fill up the numbers with some other friends."

"Don't worry Narcissa, we'll be there," Hermione reassured her mother-in-law. "We wouldn't miss it for anything."

Happily thanking her son and his wife, Narcissa turned her attention to Scorpius. Her grandson was a very well behaved child and he'd caused no problems while the adults had been talking. Offering Scorpius a bowl of ice-cream, Narcissa and Lucius took their grandson off to get his treat while Draco and Hermione went for a stroll around the manor gardens.

"Are you sure about this?" Draco asked his wife as they walked around the rose gardens, hand in hand. "Attending the fundraiser will most likely mean facing the press."

"I know," Hermione answered. "But we're going to support your mother. I'm sure we can deal with the press."

Since getting together a few years after the war, Hermione and Draco had kept their relationship out of the press. Directly after the war the pair had both regularly featured in the papers, but since they both refused to speak to the press the papers got sick of printing stories about them. By the time they got together, they rarely featured in the press anymore, but they'd both known that under the right circumstances they would be headline news. The couple didn't broadcast their relationship, or seek out the limelight, but they also didn't hide away. Everyone who mattered to them knew about their relationship right from the beginning.

"Stop worrying Draco," Hermione said to her sombre looking husband. "Even if we end up in the papers, it's not as if it's going to be a regular thing. Nothing's going to change."

"You hope," Draco retorted. "Our marriage is going to be big news. The press will go mad to get the full story, we'll probably end up hounded for months."

"If people were really interested in us they would already know about our marriage," Hermione argued. "We haven't left the country or anything, and our marriage is registered with the Ministry. If the media were really interested in us, they would have dug around to find out what happened in our lives. Let's face it, we were both too boring for the press to hound us."

"True," Draco chuckled. He knew that if he and Hermione had spoken to the press they would still be interested in their lives, but since neither of them had given the media the time of day they'd soon lost interest. However, all that could possibly change if news broke that they were together.

"Will you stop fretting now?" Hermione asked.

"I will," Draco answered. "I'll just enjoy the evening. You never know, we might even find something interesting at the auction. We could bid on the break to Blaise's hotel."

"We can visit Blaise's hotel whenever we want," Hermione retorted. "If we're going to get something in the auction, let's make it something different."

"It's our anniversary in a few months, I might find the perfect present," Draco said, throwing his arm around Hermione's shoulders as they turned and headed back to the manor.

"You're so romantic," Hermione snorted, rolling her eyes. "It's so nice you put so much thoughts into gifts for me."

"I try," Draco replied with a grin.

Laughing happily the couple made their way back into the manor where they spent the remainder of the evening enjoying time with their family. They would deal with any press fallout from the charity evening when it happened, but for now, life carried on as normal for the Malfoys.