It's A Hard Life

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A/N:
You can play this song when they're at the restaurant or whenever you want, it's up to you :)

This chapter's going to be a bit of a longer one bc I don't like the fact that Narcissa hasn't been in the story much. I'm not really sure if I like how this one turned out, but I hope you enjoy it!

Draco's POV:
Mother was dressed in a beautiful black dress and was wearing a necklace that father had given her.

"Mother, are you okay? You haven't worn that necklace since father was taken away to Azkaban." I asked her.

"Of course I am. It's a pretty necklace, regardless of who gave it to me."

I knew she didn't like father much. He had often threatened her, and even me on various occasions. I wasn't that fond of him either, but she was right. The necklace looked nice on her.

I took her arm and apparated us to the Burrow. I remembered this place from when the Death Eaters set fire to it. It wasn't one of my favourite memories.

We were greeted by someone familiar. Molly Weasley.

"Oh, come in, come in!" she told my mother and I.

"Actually, we weren't planning on staying-"

"No, it's okay, Draco." my mother interrupted me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." she said, walking into the house.

I stood outside, not sure what to do. I could understand them liking my mother because she was a sweet woman, but me?

"Might as well come in, Malfoy." Once I heard my name, my head snapped up to face Granger.

I just nodded silently and came in, closing the door.

One word to describe the burrow was 'cozy.' It was very different from the manor. Not as open on the inside, but welcoming. Around the room, I spotted a bunch of muggle artifacts. Probably belonging to Mr. Weasley's.

"Malfoy." Oh great, just the man I was looking for. Mr. Weasley himself. He greeted me with the same expression I remember him wearing when he saw my father right before second year.

I kept my head down as I mumbled the word "Hello."

The rest of the Weasley family and Harry came down the stairs. But I noticed someone missing, and I felt a painful stab to the heart as it came back to me.

"I'm um, sorry about Fred." I told them.

George came down the rest of the stairs and met me where I stood uncomfortably. He put an arm around my shoulders. "It's not your fault." he told me. "We all know you're not all that bad deep down." he said, as he patted my chest.

It was too much. "Get off me!" I said coldly.

"Okay, okay, maybe you still have some Slytherin inside you."

I smiled slightly at the comment. "Maybe so." I said. "Too many Gryffindors." I added, rolling my eyes.

A few of them laughed, surprisingly Granger and Weaslette included.

Granger came up to me and I let her shake my hand. "I suppose if George can fogive you, so can I."

Then the youngest Weasley brother mumbled "I guess I can too."

"What was that, Weasel?" I asked, trying to sound intimidating.

"Nothin'..."

"I was just messing with you, Ronald." I walked up to him and shook his hand. "Don't worry, I'm not always a 'foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach'" I said, winking at Granger.