Ron liked parties for the most part, though it had been a while since he'd been to a proper one. There was too much work for parties, so aside from Sunday lunch at the Burrow, his social schedule pretty much consisted of drinking with Harry on the rare times they weren't working. So it was nice to relax for an evening even if he thought that he should be out patroling, making sure no one showed up unexpectedly while they were all partying.
He had a firewhiskey in hand and was waiting for Harry and Hermione to show up. It just figured that while he was waiting, Malfoy would show up. Probably waiting for Harry himself, so the two of them could go off and do things that Ron really didn't want to think about.
"Malfoy," Ron said, inclining his head in greeting. He supposed he had to at least try to play nice with Malfoy, for Harry's sake. Whatever was going on with them was weird, but Ron would always support Harry no matter what. Even if it meant supporting him fucking Malfoy. He pushed that thought away because he really didn't want those mental images. "And yes, for the moment I'm here solo."