"Virginia!" Mrs. Weasley was weeping for joy at her daughter's return. At first she didn't even notice the man standing behind Ginny, but Arthur Weasley's vision wasn't so easily clouded.

He cleared his throat and Molly Weasley looked up. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at her daughter.

"Virginia Weasley what is the meaning of this? I can't believe you've brought this Death Eater scum into our midst! If you were any younger you'd be sent to your room!"

************************** Draco watched as Mrs. Weasley ranted at his partner. The portly woman roared with the fury of a lion defending its territory. He had to be careful not to chuckle.

"I don't bloody care if he bloody saved you! He's not to be trusted!" Ron yelled.

Draco was surprised, he didn't remember that particular Weasley being there a moment ago. Potter had probably gone straight to wherever Weasley was stationed when he and Ginny had left. No doubt telling him everything, if the shade of red Ron's ears had turned was any indication.

"Hello Ron," Ginny said cooly. Ron's blush went to the rest of his head, realizing he had just greeted the sister he hadn't seen in years by insulting her betrothed.

"Hi Ginny. Where have you been? Oh yeah, Death Eater torture camp. Well, um..thank you for saving her Malfoy. Er..I've gotta go..meeting." He apparated out of The Burrow. Draco could tell from the frantic look that he was going to some secret resistance meeting, either that or there was a girl at his flat. Draco thought the latter was probably less likely. Weasley had never been a great womanizer.

**************************** Ginny couldn't believe Ron's behavior. No matter, she did not have time to dwell. She gently pushed her mother away and hugged her father, who seemed to have lost a bit more hair while she'd been away.

No one was behind Arthur Weasley, she took the opportunity to allow herself a satisfied grin. Everything was going according to plan.

"Well I suppose you two would need somewhere to sleep. We have a lovely couch for you Malfoy..er.Draco." Ha! Of course her father would not care that they were supposedly engaged, Ginny was still his baby girl apparently.

"Nonsense Arthur. They can sleep in Ginny's room." Ginny nearly died of shock. She couldn't even think clearly for a moment.

"What? Molly, are you quite..alright?" He clearly did not like the idea at all.

"Arthur, it is the modern age, and they are adults who are engaged. I am not going to pretend that I think my daughter is perfectly innocent. She's a grown woman." Her mother was being fantastic, Ginny hated to admit. Of course the thought of sleeping with Draco made her grimace, but no one seemed to see. She glanced over his way, he looked completely unfazed. So typical. She hated the bastard! He should have the decency to show some sort of emotion.

***************************** Women were odd. Ginny's mother was no exception as far as Draco was concerned. Honestly she was practically telling them to go upstairs and..er..have some fun, so to speak.

Not that it could be called fun with the likes of Weasley. He suppressed a shudder. Not fun at all.

Mrs. Weasley rushed them in. Ginny's room was small to say the least, but not as bad as he had pictured. There were no teddy bears or frilly pink curtains. Her bed was a mattress covered in blue sheets, her walls were painted a dark gray that almost looked black, the effect was rather artistic.

He realized he had just complimented her, thankfully it had only been in his head.

"Nice place Ginny," he said smiling at her. Mrs. Weasley flashed them a warm smile and left. There was something suspicious about that woman. Ginny shut the door. ******************************************

"I thought she'd never leave! Well, now what are we going to do?" she asked.

"Well, I'm a bit tired." he said, smirking. Ginny thought she'd have to kill him one of these days.

"Oh poor Drackie." Her tone was completely sarcastic. She felt less pity for him than she did for muggles. ****************************************

Draco was awakened by Mrs. Weasley attempting to open Ginny's door. Ginny, burn the woman, was sleeping peacefully on her bed. She might have looked slightly attractive had she not had drool trickling down her lips.

Molly Weasley forced the door open, managing to give Draco a nasty cut on his back.

"Oh I'm sorry dear...what are you doing on the floor? Did you two have a fight? Oh its none of my business. Ginny does have a temper you know. It runs in the family. I'll go make you some pancakes." The woman was so motherly Draco wanted to hang her from the Weasley's clothesline by her flaming red hair.

As soon as he was sure plump Mrs. Weasley was gone he tried to wake Ginny. She wouldn't respond. He sighed.

"Wesley!" his volume was low but it would have been a yell if he could have risked it. Of course the woman awoke immediately.

"What the bloody Hell?!"

********************************* It took Ginny a moment to remember why Draco Malfoy would be looming over her, and a couple more to realize she was at The Burrow, and why. She was not a morning person.

"Well, darling, breakfast will be ready soon, I didn't want you to miss out on pancakes." The man could say nothing genuine could he? He just had to lather his every word with sarcasm, didn't he?

"Oh yes sweety, Mum's pancakes are lovely." He rolled his eyes. Ginny was ready to commit murder if he dared do that again. She turned her back, muttering to herself. She caught him rolling his eyes again in her mirror. She whirled around..

**************************** Women must have eyes in the back of their heads, or so Draco thought. Then he noticed the mirror. He mentally kicked himself for not noticing it.

At the moment he had more important matters to attend to, such as Ginny's hands around his neck. Time to try the time honored tactic of romance. Women always lost their strength if you were sappy enough.

Slowly he peeled her fingers off his neck, and brought them up to his lips, moving to kiss them.

THWAP!!

He was on the floor, with a bloody lip and Ginny walking away looking extremely pleased with herself. Draco got up, rubbing his lip. Apparently the woman had no hormones. She was not nearly as simple as Pansy Parkinson had been. Ginny actually showed no sign of being attracted to him. Frankly, Draco was rather insulted and more than slightly miffed. Normally he was a girl magnet..

"Draco! Pancakes!" Mrs. Weasley snapped him out of his thoughts and he headed downstairs, worrying briefly over how to explain his lip to Ginny's mother.