Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Just an FYI, this starts with backstory on the Weasley/Malfoy feud, in case it was confusing.
Molly Prewett and Arthur Weasley were hopelessly in love. They had been courting since their sixth years; Arthur was very good friends with the two Prewett boys: Gideon and Fabian were twins, and both one year up from them. Arthur had been on the Gryffindor quidditch team with them since his third year. Molly and Arthur had wanted to get married, however Molly's parents disapproved of the marriage, because the monetary status of the Weasley family was not very plentiful. The two sweethearts continued to meet in secret for the next two years.
The First Wizarding War had started a few weeks prior, and through the mayhem, Arthur had snuck over to the massive garden behind the Prewett's house, to see Molly, and she had found a way out of the house to come and meet him. They were spending some time in Molly's tree house that was guarded with magic her father put on it for her so that she would have a sanctuary from her brothers. Suddenly they saw flashes of of green, red and orange, along with flickers of flame. They ran out of the tree house to see what was happening, when they saw a group of Death Eaters running out of the house. Most of them had taken off their masks thinking no one was around to see them; they recognized the young Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Black, Rudolphus Lestrange, and Antonin Dolohov.
Suddenly one of the Death Eaters caught sight of them and got Lucius' attention. He saw Arthur and his lip curled. "After them!" he sneered, pointing his wand towards the two. Arthur and Molly ran as hard they could towards the tree house. The wards were lifted there so they could apparate without having to run all the way to the end of the property. When they disappeared from view in between the trees Malfoy gave another command: "Retreat to the edge of the woods and then start shooting off fiend fire. That will either smoke them out and kill them or just kill them." He started walking away with Bellatrix, both evilly cackling.
Arthur cast a silencing spell around the tree house and then took hold of Molly and apparated to the edge of the wards, and then apparated to his family house. They got married a week later, with Molly's parents no longer able to object, and nine months later, on November 29, had their first son.
Draco was dreaming. He was dreaming of the color red. He didn't know why because he hated red. Gryffindor was red. So were the Weasley's. Gross. But this color was warm and inviting. It had gold, auburn and almost pink streaks in it. It was beautiful, gorgeous even, and that was something, because Draco's good opinion of something was very hard to get. Even Pansy Parkinson, whom Draco nicknamed "The Leech" could never get approval on her robes from him. Suddenly the red transformed into a head with long, long hair. The head turned and he woke up, instantly repulsed at himself for even thinking up whose face he saw: the gorgeous face of the Weaslette, who was utterly repulsive because of a) her filthy blood traitor blood, and b) her family name. " I did not just call the Weaslette gorgeous," Draco thought, and buried his face in his black silk covered swan feather stuffed pillow. Then he sat up and snapped his fingers. "HINKY!" He yelled. "Bring me a anti-hallucination draught!"
A/N: So guys, tell me what you think; should I continue this or not? I would really like to hear some feed back on this, although I would prefer if you would be nice in your reviews. Constructive criticism is always welcome to help make me better at writing.