Honorary Weasley- A Dramione Christmas Tale

Chapter 2

The steam engine rolled to a stop. Draco groaned internally at what awaited. He stood up and brushed off his immaculate robes.

"Best of luck mate," Blaise said snickering. Draco glared at him and he just laughed harder.

"Great. No one is scared of you anymore. You're losing your touch Draco," the voice in his brain which sounded suspiciously like his father's admonished. Draco screamed at it to shut up.

However he did realize that ever since he has started dating Hermione, he was going soft. The witch would be the death of him, he thought as he walked down to Hermione's compartment, where she stood with her trunk chatting to her friends.

His thoughts were disrupted by her angered "Oi" when he picked up her trunk. He looked at her eyebrow raised, his facial expression asking her "What?"

"You know I can carry that myself," she huffed.

"And your point here is," he smugly shot back. She glared at him. This was one of the few things in which Draco still managed to get his way. Carrying her school bag, sometimes her heavy pile of books and now her trunk.

He walked on and the rest of the Golden Trio followed behind. And that was how soon Draco found himself standing in front of what was supposed to be the Weasley home, called the Burrow.

As he stood in what was supposed to be the living room he could not help but notice how different it was from the magnificent manor he grew up in. The Malfoy Manor was a quiet and organized place, with its vast and well kept grounds, with trimmed grass and all. The Burrow was noisy and in a state of complete chaos. Wild grass grew in the fields surrounding it. However, he could not help but admit that despite all the disarray it was strangely welcoming, unlike the intimidating corridors of the Manor.

His thoughts were disrupted by someone attempting to squeeze him to death. This was followed by laughter and Ron saying, "Mum you're gonna kill him."

"I'm so glad you made it my dear," Mrs Weasley said, finally letting go of him. He started to say something about how no one touches a Malfoy when he met Hermione's glare which warned him to be nice. So he forced a a polite smile and nodded at whatever Mrs Weasley was gushing.

"Ronald will show you where you'll be staying," she said and turned towards Hermione and Ginny, "You girls as always will be sharing Ginny's room." The girls squealed. Who knew Granger could be so girlish at times, Draco thought as he winced.

"Come on Malfoy, you're staying with us," Weasley said gesturing to him to follow him up the stairs. The room he was lead to was quite small, three beds had somehow been crammed together and the walls were covered in Chudley Canons posters. Trust Weasley to support the losers.

He must have been grimacing because Weasley said, "Wipe that look off your face unless you wish to sleep out in the corridor."

"If you can call it a corridor," Draco muttered. Apparently Weasley heard him as his ears turned red and he proceeded to blow up. However he was interrupted by Hermione who stood in the doorway and said, "Come on boys, Fred and George have arranged some sort of game out in the yard."

She finally noticed him. "Oh hey Draco, I see you're staying with the boys. You're joining us as well right?"
When she saw Draco's are you kidding me expression she said, "Harry, Ron go downstairs. I'd like to have a word with Draco."

"We wouldn't mind if you're finally having the break up talk with him," Weasley said as he walked out of the room. Potter laughed.

Once he was sure they'd left, he said, "No Hermione, I've accompanied you here but I am so not joining whatever weird games you're gonna play. Do not expect me to partake in any of your Weasley activities. Now unless you have something to say does not revolve around this topic, I'm going to go read something."

He hated the hurt look on her face but he was after all a Malfoy. There was only so much she could push him. "Fine," she replied, "Have a nice time alone, Malfoy."

That was how Draco found himself sitting by the window sill reading his new book on a theory about this potion. He would occasionally glance up to sneak a look at Hermione who was either laughing or squealing in joy. They were running around with Bludgers doing god knows what.

They all finally trudged upstairs, laughing loud enough that their Draco became aware of their presence. He looked up when he heard Hermione say, "I'll see you downstairs in sometime for dinner. Don't forget to call Draco." Potter and Weasley entered the room.

"Didn't know you were a bookworm as well," Potter said. Draco made it a point to ignore him. Potter just shrugged and then the two started to play a game of Exploding Snap. Soon it was time for dinner as one of the twins made it quite clear by screaming up and down the hallway, "Dinnertime! Dinnertime!"

"Come on Malfoy before Hermione comes and lectures both you and I about you not coming down to dinner," Potter said.

"Yeah. We don't mind you starving to death but Hermione would kill us. For some weird reason she actually loves you," Weasley added. He scowled before putting down his book and following them downstairs and out into the yard.

Fairy lights hung over the tables which had all been joined together to make it long enough to fit in everyone. Mrs Weasley walked in followed by platters of food. Draco found himself sitting in between Fred and George, across from Hermione and the Weaslette.

Draco remained silent throughout the dinner, only speaking to compliment Mrs. Weasley on her cooking after which she would not stop beaming at him. Now, no need to be shocked. He had after all been instilled with proper manners and etiqueettes and knew that one should be polite towards their host.

Hermione tried to include him in their conversation but Draco just nodded at the questions she asked and preferred to observe silently.

After dinner he came to the conclusion that not all of the Weasley family was that bad. It was mostly Weasel king he had the tendency to be loud, obnoxious and slightly rowdy at times as his mother often pointed out throughout the meal.

The twins were not bad. They had quite a sense of humor and Draco had to admit that they were clever as well. He had always appreciated their pranks when they were in Hogwarts. Arthur Weasley was quite obsessed with Muggles but since Hermione saw him as a second father, Draco knew he had to make sure he was in his good books.

After dinner, the Hermione and Ginny accompanied Mrs Weasley to the kitchen to help out. The boys all gathered and in the living room and sadly Draco had to join everyone. Hermione did glare at him. It was all she seemed to be doing these days.

And who's fault is that, I wonder? He thought to himself, smirking bitterly.

Just then Fred, or was it George came and sat by him. "Now look here mate, you seem to make Hermione happy so unlike my prejudiced brother I'm not gonna give you the 'fraternizing with the enemy' speech. But I will say this, you don't deserve her. No one can. And I see Hermione as a sister. You hurt her, and you answer to me or George. Am I clear?"

And all Draco could think of was how he had guessed it right that he was Fred. He was busy congratulating himself when suddenly it dawned upon him that he should say something to acknowledge what Fred had said.

Suppressing a grin about how Fred had called his own brother prejudiced Draco spoke up, probably for the first time that day.

"Well Weasley, it's weird to call you that by the way, I do realize that I probably do not deserve Hermione, but yeah I appreciate the fact that even you agree that your brother is a prejudiced nitwit."

"Well mate, we're not blind, deaf and dumb," George replied.

As Draco lay with his eyes closed that night, pretending to be asleep he could not help but grin at Ron grumbling to Harry about how "the blond ferret is turning my own brothers against me".