Title: Part Of The Family
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Harry Potter
Setting: Ron and Draco's apartment
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Characters: Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: K
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 568
Type of Work: Drabble
Status: Complete
Warnings: AU - Canon Divergent, Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Fluff
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: If there was ever proof to being accepted into the Weasley family, it was this.
AN: Alright, guys! This is my 300th fanfic on , and I couldn't be more proud. My very first story was a Harry/Hermione fic waaaay back in 2005, and I thought it only proper to have this ship being my 300th. I'm very happy to let you guys share this moment with me. ; u; Let's look forward to a more productive year next year, too!
Part Of The Family ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Draco? Babe?" Ron sounded almost ill as he walked to their bedroom to find his lover sitting at their desk, writing something. A brightly wrapped package sat heavier in his hands than he'd like to admit, and when stormy blue eyes flitted to him, his face almost lit up. Upon close inspection, however, he only rose a brow.
"You look like someone cursed your mother. What's wrong?" While the poor taste of muor was apparent and Ron gave him a frown to prove it, he finally just rubbed the back of his neck nervously and sighed.
"Um… My mom actually sent you an early Christmas present. She wants you to.." He almost looked like he might faint with how pale he was, "Uh… To wear it to dinner tomorrow."
Suddenly, Draco was just about colorless enough to be transparent.
"W-wear it?" That could only mean one thing. When the package was placed in his lap, he could only stare in abject horror as he unwrapped the gaudy paper. As it fell away, a brilliantly green knitted sweater came into view, a glittery silver D lovingly stitched into the front. Ron had expected a bit of resistance, he could remember all of the ugly remarks about the Weasley's jumpers, but he never could have predicted the reaction he got instead.
"It's beautiful.." Was that a sob that wrenched from the Malfoy heir's mouth? Ron would never divulge such a thing, even if he couldn't have been happier with the situation.
"Yeah? It's your first jumper. You must finally be part of the family."
"And she got the colors right!" It was as if there had ever been any doubt!
It had been a long struggle for Draco to even be allowed over for dinner, let alone give a gift over the six Christmas' they'd been together. Molly couldn't see why he'd chosen the son of the people who had ended his own brother's life, but perhaps her son's weekly dinners and talks and pleading with his mother had finally taken. Draco wasn't much like his father had been, like his family had been, since the day Voldemort had been defeated. He had gone a little mousy, quiet, even, when the entire ordeal had been brought up, even if he was far from shy in most situations. Apparently, even a Malfoy knew when to bac down.
Seeing the utter look of joy on his lover's handsome face brought lips to his forehead, the redhead nearly bent in half to reach the sitting blond.
"She'll be so glad you like it." He whispered, pulling away so that Draco could try it on, "Do you think you can behave around Harry and Hermione and their son?" When the other shot him a poisonous glare, he added, "That looks so good on you, Ferret. You should wear it with those skin-tight black trousers you love so much." If anything ever distracted a Malfoy from revenge, it was compliments. They were at least a fairly reliable deterrent on the best of days.
"Of course it looks good on me." There was a hint of a pout in his tone, and it dropped to a subtle, almost dead range, "I'll behave if they do."
Holding the other, he sighed, "I'll make sure nobody brings up your parents."
"Thank you, Weaselby." He whispered into the other's chest, basking in their almost-matching sweaters.
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