The next morning, the Weasley children woke up as soon as the sun danced through their windows. The smells of breakfast drifted through the house and the clamoring of six children getting ready for the day filled the rooms. Molly smiled to herself as she heard the twins argue over who got to wear a blue shirt that day. Arthur walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. As Molly began to place plates of food on the table, the children straggled out of their rooms and into the kitchen. Percy was first, quickly followed by a toddling Ginny.

"I got the baby out," Percy informed his mum, pushing his glasses up on his face as he spoke.

"Well, thank you, Percy," Molly smiled and patted her son on the head, "I don't know what I am going to do when you go off to Hogwarts!" At this, Molly reached down and plucked up Ginny, setting her in a highchair at the end of the table. As Molly adjusted the straps and kissed a babbling Ginny on the head, Ron and Draco came into the room. Ron, knowing the routine quite well, scrambled up in a chair right next to his father. He sat on his knees in the chair, leaning forward to see what foods were on the plates. Draco followed behind him and climbed up in the chair next to him, opting to sit in a normal position, even though he couldn't see over the table. Molly, finishing up with the baby, greeted the two boys.

"Good morning," She smiled at them, "Did you sleep well?" She asked rhetorically, continuing on, "Ronnie, please sit in your seat like a big boy."

"I big boy!" He answered her back, still reaching towards the plates in the middle, now poking at the eggs.

"Yes, Ronnie, you are a big boy, and big boys sit in chairs on their bottoms, not their knees." She reminded him, in her slightly scolding tone. At this, Ron pushed back from the table and plopped down in his seat with a huff.

"Can't see." He whined, the seat being too low down for him.

Molly, without giving him an answer, pulled out her wand and waved it, raising up both his and Draco's seats to a more appropriate level. Ron giggled at the movement.

"Again! Again!" He laughed, but Molly didn't oblige, instead choosing to turn to the stairs, looking for the crash that would signal the twins' arrival. Arthur, now having finished his cup of tea, sighed in content and sat back in his chair. Ginny, noticing her father, reached out.

"Papa!" She squealed, making grabbing motions with her hands. Arthur brushed his hand down the soft curls that sat atop her head. Ginny squirmed, still attempting to get out of her seat. For being the youngest in a large family, she was rather spoiled and used to being held.

At this moment, the twins came strutting in the room. Molly noticed that Fred was wearing a coveted blue shirt while George, scowl present on his face, had been forced into yellow, their least favorite. She and Arthur had set down the rule that the twins could not wear the same color when the boys were three and attempted to switch places for the day. Now, they argued almost every morning about who got to wear which color, but they usually settled it on their own without violence.

"Usually." Molly thought to herself, shaking her head. Arthur gave George a one armed hug and ruffled Fred's hair, pleased that their dispute had been solved without needing the help of the grownups. As the twins sat down, Molly uncovered all the plates and the family began to serve themselves breakfast. Molly quickly served up a heaping plate for Draco and placed it in front of him. He dug in quickly, his eyes widening as he tasted the home cooked food. Ron, on the other hand, attempted to serve himself and dumped an entire plate of toast on the floor. Arthur laughed, waving his wand at the buttery mess and then grabbing Ron's plate before he could try again.

The breakfast was filled with loud chatter, many giggles, and silence from one seat. Draco never said a word, despite the encouragement from Molly and Arthur.

"Draco, are you excited to play outside today?" Arthur asked him, as his other boys, ignoring the name at the beginning of the question, answered enthusiastic and positively.

"Draco, sweetie," Molly tried, "Would you like to help me bake biscuits this afternoon?"

"Me help, Mummy!" Ginny banged on her highchair tray. "Me help."

"Baby," Fred got her attention, "You're too littler to help."

"Too little," Percy corrected him immediately, " You're teaching her to talk wrong." Fred stuck his tongue out in response.

"Boys," Arthur warned, not needing to say more. However, when he, moments later, saw Percy's scrunched up face and Fred's wince of pain, he added on. "No kicking under the table, either."

Soon enough, breakfast was over and Arthur was on his way to work, leaving with five hugs goodbye from his little red-haired troublemakers and a kiss from his wife. The boys, as soon as they were done helping clean up, raced to put on their shoes. Although it was starting to get chilly, outside was their favorite place to be. Molly followed along behind them, tying laces for the little boys and forcing coats on the older ones. Draco seemed to be the least excited about the games the boys were planning.

"And races and tag and hide and go seek," Ron prattled on, as Percy nodded his head, not quite listening. Draco scuffed his shoe on the ground, his head looking down, his thumb back in his mouth. He looked up and held his arms out as Molly put his coat on him, immediately beginning to button it himself. As the other boys ran outside into the crisp fall air, Draco trailed along behind them, not quite left out, but not quite participating either.

Molly watched the procession then shut the door behind them, not knowing that to do. It was so difficult to watch the child, knowing how unhappy and frightened he must be. As temporary as the arrangement was, she was determined to make him feel at home.

The morning passed quickly and soon it was time for lunch. Molly called the boys inside, just after setting lunch on the table. Soup and sandwiches was on the menu, something that Ron and George were especially excited about. Amidst all the clamor and grabbing and spilled drinks, Molly noticed something. Another quiet voice joined in chorus of "no way" when Fred declared that he was the fastest. Another laugh rang out when Ginny spilled her apparently-not spill proof cup of milk on Ron's lap. It seemed as if her boys were doing a better job of making Draco feel at home than she could do.

After lunch, Molly planned to bake biscuits in the kitchen. This had to happen quite often, for her to have enough to send home with guests, not to mention to feed to her brood. She loved allowing the children to help, even though it made the process a lot longer and a lot messier. She quickly set up Percy stirring the dough while she sat the younger five at the table. Once the dough was ready, she gave a large chunk to each child to flatten and form into shapes. Percy joined them at the table and always precise, formed his biscuit dough into little balls that would flatten into perfectly circular biscuits. The twins, on the other hand, were making square shapes and triangle shapes, in honor of what they learned in lessons the day before. Ron and Ginny simply poured sprinkles onto whatever shapes they happened to make. Molly turned her eyes to Draco, watching him interact with the dough. It was obvious that this was his first time, as he glared down at the sticky dough that coated his fingers. Molly quickly gave him some flour to keep it from sticking too much. Draco proceeded to form a person shape from his dough. Before he ran out, he had eight little people, each the size of Molly's hand. He then took the sprinkles and gave them eyes and a mouth. Molly caught he glance and smiled at him.

"Very nice, Draco. Won't these biscuits taste wonderful?" To her surprise, she got a nod in confirmation before he bent back over, still very into his work .

While the biscuits baked, Molly started the boys in their lessons. Only the older three had real lessons, while Ron, Draco, and even Ginny simply colored or worked on letters.

"A..B..C..D..E" Ron whispered out loud as he copied the line of letters. To his left, Draco was struggling with the first. The muggle pencil Molly had handed him, believing that quills and ink were far too messy for children so young, was shaky in his hand. It was obvious that he was unaccustomed to writing of any form. Molly knew that he wasn't, at this point in time, too far behind Ron, but it would take some work to catch him up.

"Baby," Ron was saying, "Nice picture." Ginny grinned back at him, forgetting to pout because of the nickname.

As the afternoon turned to dusk, and Arthur came home, the children ran to greet him, jumping into his arms and shouting about the fun they'd had. After a typical Weasley family dinner, they sampled all the biscuits. It was voted that Draco's were the prettiest, something that made him smile widely. After putting all the children to bed, Molly and Arthur sat down on the couch.

"What are we going to do?" Arthur broke the comfortable silence.

"About Draco?" Molly clarified, "Well, right now, I don't see the need to do anything. We make him feel as comfortable as we can, until the Tonks' can come get him.

"And if they can't? or they never do?" Arthur prodded.

"Well, he seems to fit right in with ours. I say give him a few months and the only difference will be their hair color. He's already becoming louder, more boisterous. He actually spoke at lunch today."

"Did he?" Arthur sighed in relief, "Well isn't that something. Maybe this might work out after all. He just needed time to get used to having so many people around. What did he say?"

And Molly and Arthur talked late into the night about their ever growing family.