The chatter eased a little, and they sat in a special sort of silence, until Weasley broke it, sitting up from where he'd been slouched. "Erm," he tugged at his collar a little, suddenly going a bit red. "You're welcome to come visit," he said, eyes on his shoes. "All of you." And wasn't that something, a Weasley offering personal invitation to his home, to a Malfoy of all people. 