Gripping Arthur's hand firmly, Draco smiled charmingly in response. So far, this was going swimmingly. Lucius would throw a fit when he learned that Draco, so easily, had made nice with all of the Weasleys and now had a personal invitation to their home. "Thank you, both," remarked Draco fondly, though inwardly, part of him was yelling at him for even trusting the Weasleys. After all, their families had hated each other for decades...why should now be any different?
"I would invite you to my home, but I'm quite certain you wouldn't fancy being near my parents," he remarked lightly. "I know of the...distance between both of you." Draco stepped back now, closer to Ginny, then glanced over at Molly with a lifted brow. "And I would be honored to visit your home, Mrs. Weasley. I've heard that you can brew quite the fantastic cup of tea. It's often been spoken of among the socialites, actually. Mother, on occasion, would fret over not having as good a brew as yours." Not entirely true, and he was certain that Mrs. Weasley would be able to read through the falsety, but it was politeness at its best.