Draco had smiled proudly, watching it all. Hermione bore it with a tight smile of her own, watching her son closely and never letting him leave her side for fear of him becoming overwhelmed. To his credit, Lucio was much too overjoyed to merely be a part of his father’s doings that he was not much unsettled by the strangers in his home. It was all quite the grown-up affair and it made him feel important. He was delighted in the attention and ate happily, seated between his mother and father. He even asked Hermione if his new friends would be in attendance, to which she’d had to say no—he was the only child present that evening, and his bedtime was coming up.