Ginny smiled and nodded to Draco. He was being a perfect gentleman, and truthfully, he was the perfect date for this kind of event. She was just about to take her seat when three older witches toddled up to the table in their impossibly high heels, dressed to the nines. Their jewels and robes practically screamed old money. "Ginevra!" the oldest one called out, "My darling girl, it's been far too long!"
Ginny winced internally, but kept a pleasant smile on her face, "Aunt Matilda, I agree, it has been too long. How are you?"
"I'm doing wonderfully, so happy to see my granddaughter on such a special day. Her dress was so lovely," her eyes immediately cut over to Draco, and a large smile creeped over her face, "And who is this handsome young man?"
"This is my date, Draco Malfoy," Ginny said, pride washing over her voice. She turned to Draco, "Draco, this is my great aunt, Mrs. Alfonse Prewitt." Ginny was pleased she remembered her Aunt's desire to use her formal married name.
Mrs Prewitt smiled and extended her hand to Draco, "Of course, you must be Lucious and Narcissa's son. I have not seen you since, my goodness, you were quite a young child. Must have been one of the Crouch girl's weddings. You certainly have grown into a fetching young man."