A/N: Here is the second of the four drabbles I'm uploading today!

This is Post!DH, but not epilogue-compliant. It's not too obvious, but it does explain the slightly less antagonistic response from the Weasleys. Well, whatever. You can decide when you think this is set.

Word count: 478


There was silence in the kitchen of the Burrow as Draco stared in utter shock at the large meal set out before him. Not only was it all home made and cooked to perfection, but Charlie had obviously spoken to his mother before hand, because all of Draco's favourite foods were there. He felt rather grateful that Molly, who by all rights should loathe him as much as she seemed to loathe the rest of his family, had gone to such an effort to make him feel not only welcome, but like a part of the family.

"You want to stand there gawking all night, or are you gonna sit down?" Charlie asked kindly, patting the seat beside him. Draco shot Charlie a slight glare and sat down in the chair indicated. He glanced over to see who was sitting opposite him and winced.

Great. Sitting opposite Potter. Isn't that awkward? He thought, not letting his face betray his thoughts.

"Well, dig in, everyone!" Molly ordered cheerfully. The Weasley children obliged enthusiastically, and Draco couldn't help but wince at some people's – he wasn't about to name names, but only because it was obvious who the transgressors were – table manners. Charlie chuckled under his breath and discretely squeezed Draco's hand before tucking in to his own meal.

It was surprising to Draco how easily conversation flowed all through dinner, despite his presence, which both he and Charlie had expected to disrupt things enormously. But while Ron might have been a little more subdued, and Potter a little wary to start with, once Draco had proven that he was not the same git – and he had been, even he admitted it – he'd been at school, everything seemed ok.

When everyone had eaten their fill, the dirty dishes were vanished, and desert was levitated onto the table by Molly. The Weasleys didn't need prompting to dig in this time around, but Draco was a little baffled by the sheer number of sweets and confectioneries on display before him. His sweet tooth was practically aching with longing to try anything and everything, and he didn't really know where to start.

Charlie, with a mouthful of ice-cream in his mouth, shoved a home-baked pie towards him. "Have some pie. Mum makes the best pie."

Pie first then, Draco decided, following Charlie's advice.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were a little stunned when Draco managed a helping of every single desert on the table.

"Where does he put it all?" Ginny demanded with wide eyes.

Charlie smirked and wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders. "He works it off." He replied with a wink and a kiss to Draco's neck. Ron gagged, but Fred and George roared with laughter and made crude gestures that set Molly off on a rant about propriety.

Draco almost smiled. He liked feeling like he was a part of this family.