"Potter," he greets, no hint of animosity in his voice. Harry wears a mask resembling a woodland creature (perhaps a deer—likely his wife’s idea, based on her own matching fox ensemble). His invitation had been Draco’s idea, which he knows Hermione would have liked. Ronald had yet to arrive, and probably wouldn’t, but there were enough Weasleys scattered across the manor’s ballroom in various states of sobriety. Draco assumes the quota of redheads and adjacents has been met. 