Hiya everyone!
Well, Xeno's experiment went terribly wrong, so the Weasleys are having to stay at a willing family. 'Course, as it's the Ministry, they will never tell anyone anything. Not even Lucius Malfoy. Having received the letter as to a pureblood family staying, Lucius, Narcissa and Draco have a mammoth shock when all nine Weasleys turn up to stay! As do they...
Neither party had been warned of exactly WHO was there with them, so... What a happy occasion this will be!

Draise Warning: Draco/Blaise... and possible other pairings. If I can get around to it.

This is my first fanfic, though I've read them for AGES, and they're all awesome. So, here it is, I hope you like! ~Child

"Hey Gin. You look kinda lost!" Ginny's older brother, Charlie Weasley, said. Charlie definitely had a very positive outlook on life. 'Course, it was probably needed, considering he lived in Romania and tackled dragons for a living. DRAGONS. Of all things.
The mood Ginny was in wasn't admittedly the best for long heart to hearts. And thank Gryffindor Charlie seemed to understand that. Unlike Percy, another brother, who undoubtedly would have trouble getting that past his horn-rimmed glasses. Bill, the curse-breaker, would have stayed away when Ginny was in a temper. Fred and George were just Fred and George. And the second youngest, just before Ginny, was Ron. Who, at the moment, was just too love-struck by Hermione Granger to really think about anyone else.

She half smiled up at him. "I guess I am, Charlie." She admitted.

"Do you… uh.. oh! Come play Quidditch with me!"

The second eldest Weasley brother summoned two brooms from somewhere in the back garden, and handed one to Ginny.

Her face broke into a real grin this time.

"Alright. You're on!"

Picking up a quaffle from just over the hill where Fred, George and Bill were playing just before, he chucked it to Ginny.

"Now… where'd those improvised hoops go? Man, they're like 8 feet high! Where aaaaaarrrrree they?"

"Becoming a pirate, Charles?" She grinned at the name. He frowned at her.

"Found them! We'd only need one, right, Ginevra?" Charlie got death glared.

Charlie leapt onto his broom and soared into the air. The wind ruffled through his signature red Weasley hair, and it was so much clearer up here. Away from Percy and his Ministry fixation. Away from Fred and George and their crazy antics. Away from—clunkkk.

"Ouch!? Ginny!"

She gave him an innocent look. How she managed to pull that off after whacking her brother in the head with a well aimed quaffle, he had no idea.

"Alright Gin," Charlie yelled up to her, circling neatly back down in front of the hoop, "Go for it!"

She raced up the pitch, well, the Weasley pitch anyway, and aimed an intense shot at the hoop Charlie was keeping.

They were playing for about twenty minutes, with a score of 6 to Ginny and 11 blocks from Charlie, when a piercing, broken, smashing noise came from just down the hill. Ginny and Charlie both paused what they were doing to look at each other. Which was a feat in itself, as Ginny had half flung herself off the broom to catch the rogue Quaffle that Charlie had hit away.

"Where's that coming from?"

Charlie squinted his eyes, then gave up and used his ears. Ginny was doing the same. Charlie's face lit up and he pointed down the mount. They both got off their brooms and went to look, using that Gryffindor courage they had stored somewhere.

"BOYS! If you would stop sending all the furniture around! The WALL is SMASHED!"

"We're sorry Mum!"

"Yeah, we really didn't expect it to actually crash through!"
"We'll fix it!" And then a joint… "REPARO!"

Just the everyday antics of the Weasley twins, George and Fred.

"Hey.. Hey Charlie! I see it! Look!"

Ginny brushed her windswept vivid red hair out of her face and pointed just at the border of Ottery St Catchpole.

The deranged clanging was rising up from a tall, coloured, rounded house.

"Hey that's the Lovegood's place! 'Member, Gin? Xeno, and Loon-" At her glare, he hastily backtracked. "-A. Luna."

Possibly just to cover his accidental slip, Charlie continued to use some great detective skills. "Is it… smoking? I guess that's where the banging came from…"

"Charlie…what is THAT?"

Ginny's words of surprise turned out to have great reasoning. A large, gluggy, dark green liquid oozed out the doors of the Lovegood abode, covering distance with remarkable speed. The… slime… kept crawling out of the door, partially disintegrating it too.
"I really hope Xeno and Luna aren't there now…"

Charlie turned back to their previously discarded brooms. "Wanna go check?"

She nodded nervously.

Flying near the rook shaped house, but not directly as there were magical borders, of course, the two couldn't find anyone.

Swooping down lower, ("Show off," Ginny muttered,) there wasn't any sound of people, just the continuous screeching and clanging.

"They probably would have run out by now. Or made some noise…" Charlie said jauntily, trying to keep both their spirits up.

"Yeah… I'm pretty sure that Luna was staying at Hogwarts over the holidays. Oh yeah she was! Cause her name was somewhere above Harry's, when he signed to stay."

Charlie breathed a sigh of relief.

While the two were talking and searching, the goopy green had swamped over most of the property between the Burrow and the Lovegood's place. There was maybe 85 metres between it and the Weasley home.

"Ginny… I think we should go back."

"Why?"

Charlie only gestured with his arm.

"Oh."

They both flew straight back to the Burrow, where Molly was talking to the twins.

"Mum!" Charlie interjected

"Very irresponsible, I hope you're more careful in future…If you can…"

"Mummm!" Ginny tried.

"Now, Fred, George. I want you two- just a minute Ginny- to start with dinner. Can I trust you with that?"

Mrs Weasley sighed. "Sorry, Charlie. Sorry, Ginny." She paused a moment to take a deep breath, then smiled. "What is it?"

"It's the Lovegood's, Mum!"

"Yeah, they've got all this goopy green slimy stuff coming out from under the door-"

"And it almost disintegrated the door! It's coming up here."

Mrs Weasley looked at them both, the remnants of the grin still upon her face.

"Really?"

They nodded fervently.

"Alright. I guess I have to call Arthur…!"

While Molly was talking to Arthur through Floo, Ginny and Charlie ran off to warn the others. Percy took it seriously, Bill was distracted by a note from a certain French half-veela, Fred and George did their signature grins and privately conversed on the advantages of door-destroying goop. Ron blamed the Slytherins for one reason or another, and Arthur was due home any moment. The clock handle bearing his name switched to 'travelling', then swung back to join the rest of them at 'home'.

Just as Arthur stepped through the door in his Ministry clothes, a cheery expression on his face, the dark and gluggy liquid seeped through the garden.

A strange sizzling sound arose from the flowers.

His "Hello!" caught in his throat, Arthur turned back around to join his children and wife in looking over.

The garden was a wreck. All the flowers, plants, herbs, bushes, all of that had been most extinguished by the slime.

"Trust Xeno to do something like this."

Shortly after that sentence was uttered, the goop squelched into the home. All trying to move away, the slime only attached itself to the furniture. Arthur, who as of yet had yet to climb onto some surface like his children had, got his feet absolutely coated. Apart from the strange sensation of it gradually eating through his shoes, the rest of him was fine.

"Fascinating! It seems Xeno managed to design it in a way it would attach only to materials, and not human skin. Absolutely ingenious."

"Arthur."

"Yes dear?"

"It's ruining the house!"

Arthur shepherded them all out, as the slime had eaten away the floorboards and the house was already teetering precariously.

Standing there about 20 minutes later, having sent an owl to the Ministry informing them of their dilemma, was not fun. Half the home was melted, and the rest just fallen over. All of the pets had gotten out, and as most of their rooms were on the top floors, most of the clothes and important items had been taken out too and were safely sitting next to the family of nine, gazing sadly up at the Burrow.
"I think the Ministry official is here now, Father!" Percy pushed his glasses further onto his face and leapt to his feet the moment the man had appeared.

"Hi guys. I'm Frederick Robinsion, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. And I see what happened."

"Well done sir." Ginny whispered sarcastically to Ron.

"Do you, the Weasleys, correct?" At their nods he continued. "Do you have any idea of what substance might have caused this? Of course, we can always get the inspectors over here, but it's so much easier if you guys know."

Ron raised an eyebrow.

"No sir, Mr… Robinson?"

"Robinsion, but continue."

"Mr… Robinsion, we don't know exactly what it was."

"But it came from down there!" Said George, pointing.

"Yeah, just near the Lovegood's house." His twin continued.

"Alright. We're just going to check your house over, okay? And see if we can replace all the melted objects… and of course we need to find out the source."

"And, how long will that take Mr Robinsion?" Mr Weasley asked, wanting to rejoin his muggle memorabilia.

"Not too long, I'd say," And here he scrunched up his face, "Maybe… two months?"

Completely misinterpreting the dropped jaws of the Weasleys, Fredrick continued that with "I know! It's pretty amazing, isn't it! The speed… 'Course, we have to finish that case on the briefcases… so it might even be a little longer. We'll call in at the Ministry for you, find a nice place to stay. I see you're all packed to go?" He asked, eyeing their clothes and cases on the floor.

"I'd best be off. I'll call in for you, kay? Goodbye Weasleys!" And with that he turned on the spot, obviously thinking of the three D's, and Apparated.

"Daaaaddd!"

Back at the Ministry for Magic, Frederick Robinsion had actually done what he said he would and had informed the higher members, who, as of now, were searching for places the Weasleys could stay.

"There's, how many?-" *paper rustling* "Nine Weasleys, where is there enough space?"

"We could bunk them in a hotel, I suppose."

"Don't be daft, Miller!"

"So, sir, we need a house for them to stay in?"
"A wizarding family?"

"DUH!"

"Alright, so at least 4 extra rooms, then. Even more, I suppose, because they wouldn't want to share rooms."

"Where? Was it Arthur and his muggle fixation that got them into this mess?"

"Nah, judging by this it was Xenophilius Lovegood."

"Ohh…"

"So. A place to stay."

"What about the… the.. Allans' place?"

"No, theyre down in Fiji. Wouldn't leave the Weasleys alone in that mansion, I don't think Charles would let them."

"Fiona and Ryan Refreem!"

"Maybe!"

"Yeah, send them to the Coast! They'll love it there!"
"The Refreem's just had a baby! They can't take extras, isn't he only a couple months!?"

A depressed silence followed that.

"I have an idea…. But I don't think the person would particularly like it…"

"Really? Share it Sheckins!"

A pause, to build tension, then Sheckins let out his brilliant idea.

"Malfoy Manor."