Everything was normal at the Burrow; James was pulling pranks on Lily, who would then run off and get their mum, Ginny. Rose was helping her mum, Hermione, prepare dinner, and Hugo, Albus, Teddy, and their dads, Ron and Harry, were set in front of the fire playing a game of Quid, which was a miniture game of Quidditch...It was much like wizard's chess, you had to command your little tiny Quidditch players to go wherever.

I'll gave you some backround: Ron had married Hermione, and they had two kids, Hugo Brian Weasley, age 11, and Rosetta Molly Weasley, age 14. Harry had married Ginny, and thay had three kids, James Sirius Potter, age 15, Albus Severus Potter, age 13, and Lily Luna Potter, age 11 as well. They also had a godson, Theodore Moony Lupin, who had juat turned 18 the month before. Ron took over the Burrow when his parents moved into a muggle retirement home, to rest up a bit. The Potter family was staying there for a summer (For it was now July 3rd.), very happily indeed.

xXx In the kitchen with Hermione and Rose xXx

"So...who is he?" Hermione asked, drying her hands on a dishtowel then turning to face her daughter.

"What are you talking about?" Rosey uncomfortably asked, avoiding her mother's eyes. Hermioe smiled.

"Lets see here...you use Nick so often you've practically claimed him as yours, you go through three ink bottles a week, and you have so many drawers of pink sealing wax I don't even know where your cloths could even be anymore! Sweetie, either you've got a boyfriend your applying to collage." Hermione told her daughter with a serious tone in her voice. Nick is the Weasleys' pet owl, named after Nicolas Flamel.

"What's collage?" Rose asked, avoiding the accusation. Hermione glared at her.

"That is not what we're talking about here, Rosetta Molly, and you know that. Who is he? You know you can tell me anything!"

"You'd flip outif I told you..." Rose whispered, but Hermione could still just barely hear.

"Sweetie, I really don't care if he's the great-grandson of Hitler, I just want to know who he is!"

"Who's Hitler?" Hermione shot her daughter a death glare. Rose sighed with relief as a knock was heard at the door.

xXx In the front room with Ginny, Lily, and James xXx

Three loud bangs rung from the door as Ginny held the top of each child's head with each hand to keep them from attacing eachother. She sighed as she put an invisible sheild between the two and opened the door.

And guess who was there?

Draco Malfoy.

And his two kids, Scorpius Greengrass Malfoy (age 14) and Evanna Bellatrix Malfoy (age 13).

It's a little funny how things work out that way.

Actually, it's not. At all.

Albus and Harry craned their necks to see what was going on. Hermione and Rose peeked from inside the kitchen to see what the bloody hell the Malfoys were doing here, of all people.

It was raining hard outside, but not a Weasley nor a Potter dared to let any Malfoy inside. Rose softly smiled at Scorpius...he was the reason for the pink seals. He smiled back, and nobody saw a thing. Draco Malfoy was the first to speak.

"I'm just here to deliver a message. Due to heavy thunder and lightning storms, tommorowws match against the Cannons will be postponed." Indeed, Ginny was currently playing on the Holyhead Harpies Quidditch team with Mr. Draco Malfoy. A burst of wind decided to push the door closed right at that moment, however, and it shoved the Malfoys in as well. Ginny, panicing, tried to force the door open again, but it was no use...the Malfoys were stuck inside of the Burrow until the storm was over.

A/N: Haha, I'm still not a huge fan of Drarry, but I'm writing this for WeasleySeeker's "Out of Your Comfort Zone" challenge. I've got some good stuff planned for this, so just keep an eye out, because I'm surprised that he would do this... :)