On the Weasley's side of the wizarding world (1)

AN: Lucius saved Arthur from a biting chair. Yep.

Also, Narcissa and Lucius had a divorce.

This is after the battle of Hogwarts, before they return for their 7th year. Also cellphones are a thing. People didn't die. Things aren't painful.

In my AU nothing about the Malfoy family hurts.

Also I read the cursed child and why is everyone but Draco and Scorpius an asshole? I see the cursed child as more of a… spinoff than a really real epilogue, since some facts in there disproved things we already know from HP so yeah. Anywaaaay on to the story! Just go with it, okay?

"I understand that this may be a little uncomfortable for you, but it's important to your father," Molly explained to her seven children and Harry and Hermione, fixing the tablecloth properly, "this is our chance to get over the ridiculous feud and become friends."

"Why would we want to become friends with the Malfoys?" George objected, glaring at his mother.

The woman set her hands on her hips and turned to her son sternly.

"Now you listen to me George Weasley," she began angrily, and Harry and Ron exchanged a look – going against Molly was never a good idea – Molly pointing a finger at the tall redhead in warning, "we might not have liked the Malfoys before, but Lucius saved your father's life! We owe them a lot, if it wasn't for him Arthur would no longer be here! So get over yourself and you better be behaving or I will have your head! Now go redress into something more proper!"

George growled darkly under his breath and headed back upstairs, his twin brother falling into step behind him.

The idea of having dinner with the Malfoys, was not as scary as Ron would have expected it to be. Actually, an irrational part of his head was kind of looking forward to it. Bill and Charlie were staying over during the summer, and they were sure to be teasing Draco in all sorts of way, which Ron was really looking forward to.

Having Malfoy on his side of the wizarding world would surely be hilarious.

It would be proven that although 'hilarious' wasn't the exact word, it would definitely be some sort of entertaining.

By the time Ron and Hermione had set the table the entire house was reeking of red wine and all sorts of vegetables, a grand pot set on the fire with the beef stewing inside. The doorbell rang just as Molly was turning her stove down and Arthur went to answer it, the oldest Weasley brothers coming downstairs to greet the guests.

When the two blondes entered the kitchen, Ron couldn't help but eye the younger critically from his place in the corner. He looked ridiculously good in just simple black jeans, the fabric clinging to his hips and tight around his thighs. He was still wearing his pea coat, and it was an almost blinding white, the top of his green shirt revealed as the first three buttons were undone. His hair was combed back, but wasn't slicked with his usual hair-gel, causing some free locks to frame his face.

Molly scurried to take the boy's coat and now that the shirt was completely revealed, Ron really just wished he could roll his eyes at how bloody perfect the boy was. The shirt revealed his pale underarms – one wrapped in a thick set of bandages, which everyone tried not to pointedly stare at - and the tiniest sliver of pale skin right between the green fabric and his jeans, making the skin seem strangely alluring.

Much to Ron's dismay, Bill and Charlie took to Draco immediately. The blonde sat next to the oldest Weasley brother during dinner with his father next to him, Ron across from him. Lucius and Arthur talked about work while Harry tried his best not to constantly start glaring at the smaller Malfoy.

Draco was engrossed in one of Bill's stories, but remained as refined as always, cutting his meat with scary precision and nipping from his wine without spilling. The blonde ignored all of Harry's glares and didn't notice Ron's blatant staring, even when the redhead blushed at catching himself and then abruptly turning away. Each time he wasn't squabbling with his sister or talking with Harry or Hermione, he would unconsciously turn to Draco, watching him move with ease. Charlie and Bill were fascinated by the boy as well, constantly trying to get his attention, and Ron was jealous at how easily they could talk to him.

Sometimes he really wished he and Malfoy had never started fighting in the first place. Then perhaps, talking would be equally easy for him.

Suddenly three small 'beeps' resounded over the table, and Lucius Malfoy's pale brows rumpled into a frown as his phone flew from his pocket.

"Excuse me," he scooted back in his chair as the mobile buzzed in front of his face, "it might be important."

He looked at the screen and his brows arched gracefully. He put the phone back into his pocket and pursed his lips at his son. The blonde noticed his father's expression and gave a questioning look.

"He's called ninety-nine times?" Lucius queried with his one eyebrow still raised, stern but still remarkably gentle, "Honestly, how do you ignore someone for that long?"

"It's very easy father," Draco remarked smoothly, "you shut off your phone."

Three more beeps resounded and Lucius fixed his son with a piercing look.

"Fix it," he said, pointing to the living room.

"Excuse me," Draco gave Molly a small nod – she was the hostess, after all – took his own mobile from his pocket and slid into the living room, out of view.

It was silent for a little while, as everyone mulled over the brief interruption. Before they could return to their conversation, they suddenly heard Draco's voice harden in the adjoined room. They couldn't understand what he was saying, but he was definitely angry, and with a sort of sadistic sense of glee, Ron enjoyed knowing the anger was not directed at him, for once.

Then Draco began sneering, and they could hear him talking now, even if it was only because the kitchen was so quiet.

"...try to sweet-talk me Zabini," Ron and Harry exchanged a surprised look, seeing how Blaise Zabini was Draco's best friend, "you can't buy your way out of this one!"

A small pause indicated that the other boy was talking now, and though Ron felt a little bad for eavesdropping, none of the others seemed interested in restarting their conversation, instead intent on listening to the fight in the other room. Lucius was looking at the door with a frown, and Ron figured the man had no idea of what was going on either.

"Now you listen to me you little twat," Draco spat – the Weasleys jumping at the sudden outburst, Lucius rolling his eyes, "I was gone for two weeks and you went and fucked your housekeeper's son! Have you any idea how degrading that is? When we started this, we agreed to be exclusive, or did you forget about that?"

Molly's mouth dropped in shock and Bill and Charlie had to repress a chuckle at the coarse language. Ron was not as amused. Since when was Malfoy queer?

"No," Draco sounded resolute, his voice hitching, "no, Blaise, no. We're not talking about this anymore. You really think I ever want to see you naked again, now that I know where your prick's been? I think not. Sod off."

There's another silence and they knew Blaise was trying to find a decent reply, which honestly, there wasn't.

"Stop saying you love me," Draco sounded repulsed, "you don't know what love is."

Ron felt his gut churn but ignored the feeling. Suddenly, he didn't want to hear the conversation anymore, because it was painfully obvious that yes, Malfoy was queer, and yes, he was in a relationship with his alleged best friend.

"That's ridiculous," Draco snapped, "I know I may not have made many promises of our future but I would have never cheated on you. And honestly! The least you could've done is fuck Harry Potter, at least he's famous!"

Harry spluttered indignantly and Hermione almost choked on her drink. Ron wished he could shut off the conversation, because there was a tone in Draco's voice he had never heard before.

"No. You are out of my heart," Draco hurt, and even if he wasn't talking to any of them, they can't help but gasp – everyone but Lucius, who was used to the cold voice, a trademark the Malfoys shared like their blonde hair and grey eyes, "Blaise, if you come near the mansion, I will set my father's peacocks on you, are we clear?"

They knew the Malfoy boy didn't wait for a reply, because the phone snapped shut a mere moment later. Draco appeared back into the kitchen, apologising for his departure, and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

Ron was left with the churning in his stomach, but couldn't for the life of him figure out what it meant.

AN: so this is like… just a little teaser you know, to get peeps excited for it, if you guys want it! I wasn't planning on posting until I'd finished writing it, but it's become so long already I figured posting might actually inspire me to keep going.