A loud crack was heard outside The Burrow; Charlie Weasley looked curiously out of the window, in the court yard stood three figures that mysteriously seemed like Malfoys. That's odd, the second oldest Weasley thought to himself, who would have thought three extreme pureblood supremacists would end up at the home of well known blood traitors? The smallest one – a girl caught his eye and stopped his train of thoughts, she was petite with long blonde hair styled perfectly to her waist making you want to run your hands through it, she was dressed in elegant muggle clothing, unusually for a Malfoy, and seemed to be frustrated with something. She had her hands on her hips, cheeks flushed with anger, perfect kissable lips slightly…Wait a second! Perfectly kissable lips? Wanting to run his hands through her hair? What was he thinking? This was a Malfoy – definitely, he recognised the man she was arguing with as Lucious Malfoy, and she resembles him so he must be her father. Weasleys hated Malfoys, well except Ron and Draco who were friends, but that's an unusual case and a different story. Anyway one thing he did know – he was in for an interesting summer…