Honorary Weasley- A Dramione Christmas Tale

Chapter 4

Draco found himself enjoying breakfast, and then immediately found his mental voice disgusted at the thought. And so started the inner battle between him and his inner voice. As usual, Draco sat between the Weasley twins, across Hermione who sat by Weaslette. Draco had yet to understand what Blaise saw in the girl. Maybe what he saw in Hermione.

When breakfast ended, Mrs Weasley cleared the table away and everyone brought out their presents. Mrs Weasley handed everyone their present first. Draco was a little hesitant while accepting it.

He opened it to find something green all folded up. He looked around to find that everybody seemed to have a similar present, except for the fact that theirs was red. And not just any red, Gryffindor red with golden Ws sewn on them. Hermione and Pothead of course had Hs on theirs.

Draco gulped and held his up. There was a silver D on his. It was a sweater, by the way. Fred nudged him and said, "Come on mate. Wear it." Draco's eyes widened and he noticed that Fred was already wearing his. He looked quite a sight, with his flaming red hair and the red sweater.

"No way," Draco replied.

"Oh come on, Mister I only wear designer robes. It won't eat you up," George said jokingly. Draco just shook his head.

"Draco, just wear it. It's a Christmas tradition," Hermione added.

"I'm fine with the jacket I have," he answered, arms crossed.

"You're such a baby," she countered.

"Am not," he said.

"Are too," she said.

And soon the whole table was chanting "Wear it! Wear it!" And Draco found himself shouting," Fine fine. Just shut the hell up." Everybody cheered and Draco pulled on the sweater and sat back in his seat sulking.

Fred and George then asked for silence and cleared their throats.

"Now, me and Georgie here, yes Hermione, I know it's Georgie and I,"

"Have a proposition,"

"Annnd, we're not taking no for an answer,"

"Drake here, we've noticed, doesn't really join in in any of our activities,"

"And we've decided, in order to make him feel like he's part of the family too,"

"We are going to gift him with a certain honour."

"And the honor is.... drumroll please!"

"We're making him an honorary Weasley for the day."

They took a bow and sat down, applauding themselves. Everybody was silent for a while, and Draco was just plain shocked.

"I think it's a lovely idea," Mrs Weasley finally broke the silence, and soon everyone was agreeing with it.

"NO WAY," Draco said angrily, "Hermione do something."

"She can't. We did say we're not taking no for an answer," George replied.

"And now, lovely family of mine, Draco included, we shall all meet in half an hour for the annual Weasley Christmas snowball fight."

Half an hour of grumbling, cursing and sulking later Draco found himself trudging down the stairs and out to the field where the snowball fight would be held.

It was a huge field behind the Burrow, and the rest of the people were already gathered there. When Fred saw him trudging he smiled and said, "Righto people. Rules are as usual. No magic, ten hits meand you are dead."

"Team A shall have me as Captain while Team B's Captain is George. Teams have been picked by mum and dad so no whining. Team A has Hermione, Ron, Percy and Bill while Team B comprises of Ginny, Draco, Harry and Charlie."

"You have 15 minutes to set up your fort and stock up on snowballs. Losing team shall have to sing "I'm a loser" while doing the chicken dance. With that lovely thought, BEGIN."

Draco wiped the amused grin off his face, realizing that this was quite a serious affair. The strategic part of him kicked in and he found himself building up a strategy with Fred, who was quite clever himself, but they were going head to head with George, Hermione and Percy who were quite the strategists. Pothead to would add in words of advice.

They planned on targeting Ron first, and then work in towards the stronger players who worked with logic rather than emotions. Later, Draco would find himself laughing at how seriously everyone, him included was taking this, but right now it was a matter of pride and honour.

Soon enough they had a fort built up. It was decided that Ginny and Harry would keep on making more snowballs while the rest would be shooting those at the opponents.

The battle began. Suprisingly Percy was the first one out, and while Charlie stood performing a victory dance he got bit by all the members of the opposing team, which meant he now had just one more hit until he died.

By the time the battle ended, Draco has taken 3 hits, George was dead and so was Charlie. Harry and Ginny had taken 2 hits each. The opposing team however was completely dead, except for Hermione who had taken 8 hits.

Draco found himself cheering with his teammates about their victory and was actually laughing when Team A, with true sportsman spirit performed their chicken dance. When they all trudged back inside, they were red in the faces from the cold and from all the laughing.

Fred and George while drinking hot chocolate proposed having a Quidditch match, to which Draco agreed because it meant he could compete against Potter as they both were Seekers for the two teams.

Ginny decided to sit out of the game and accompany Hermione who preferred watching, obviously. The match however ended up being a competition between Draco and Harry about who could perform more daring stunts with a broom, which ended when Hermione remarked that they both needed to quit fighting like brothers.

The two then walked away sulking about being called brothers, and returned at lunch time because the activities of the day had left everyone starving. Yet again Draco found himself comparing Chritsmas at the Burrow to Christmas at the Manor, and he found himself thinking about how his usual Christmas was quite a lonely affair.

He'd never admit it out loud, but he was a little grateful to Hermione for bringing him along with her. However, the part where he was made Honorary Weasley, he would whine about later.