The "Draco Malfoy" Thing (Drarry)

Today, You Are a Weasley

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS HE DOING HERE!?" Ron bellowed from across the kitchen table. The twins and Harry stood behind him, equally angry and confused upon learning their least favorite peer was asleep upstairs.

"Ronald, please," Molly pleaded with her son, "The poor thing has been through enough without you making things worse. And don't shout, you'll wake him."

"Good," George said, "When he does, we can tell him to get out of our house."

He stormed towards the stairs with Fred, Harry and Ron on his heels. They were half way up the staircase before Molly could catch up to them, but she didn't need to stop them. They found Draco in the window seat holding the battered copy of 1984. "Morning." he said in a bored tone without looking up from his book.

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" Harry demanded, now fuming at the blonde.

Still not looking up from the book, Draco responded, "I don't believe I have any obligation to respond to you."

"You're in our house, Malfoy, I think you have more than an obligation." Fred barked back, coming to Harry's aid.

"Calm down, Weasle," Draco replied coolly, putting his book aside, "I don't want to be here any more than you want me here, but there were...extenuating circumstances." he finished, repeating Severus' words.

"Care to share with the class, Malfoy?" George asked.

"Not really, no."

"If you boys are done acting like children, breakfast is ready." Molly called from the bottom of the stairs.

The Weasley's and Harry glared at Draco, who stared back with a bored expression full of disinterest. "Should we...?" George started.

"Go? Yes, I believe we shall." Fred said, finishing his twin's thought. They ran back down the stairs and took their usual places at the table with the rest of the boys following suit.

They ate their meal in silence, barley looking up from their plates. Molly looked around the table, looked at all the boy's faces, each showing a different emotion; some rage, some confusion, a little betrayal, but Draco showed so many it was hard for her to read him like the others. Normally, Molly was good at telling what people needed, but with Draco, it seemed like there was too much he needed. It reminded her all to well of how Harry looked when he first came to the Burrow.

"So, boys," Molly cleared her throat, "today, there's a couple thing I need done before all of you run off to do Merlin knows what in those woods behind the house. First of which, being another round of de-gnoming."

The boys groaned, being all to familiar with the biting vermin.

"I'm sorry," Draco said, wiping his mouth, "De-whating?"

The other boys snickered, "De-gnoming, Malfoy." Harry explained in a condescending tone, "We have to pull up the gnomes in the garden and launch them over the fence so they don't rip up the garden."

"Oh, of course," Draco replied sarcastically, stabbing at his eggs, "What was I thinking?"

Ron scoffed, "You were probably thinking about how you forgot to dump a whole cauldron of styling potion in your hair this morning."

This resulted in a round of giggles from the rest of the teens and a glare from Molly sent in Ron's direction. "Ronald Bil-"

"Good morning, all!" Arthur called as he rushed through the kitchen.