Just for Now

Summary: This is just a little fic about Ron and Draco in a relationship and what everyone else thinks. Rating has gone up.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS!

Spoilers: Don't think so, but gives off slight book four.

Chapter 10:

I stared at the fireplace. Mum and Dad expect me to go, but I'm not sure. I mean, who in their right mind would spend more than five minutes with a greasy git like Malfoy? And not only five minutes, but for the whole Christmas break!

I answered my question. Ron. And Fred and George just to annoy the hell out of the kid.

I growled, annoyed, and decide to just go. If I wait any longer, I'll chicken out. Grabbing some floo powder, I threw it in and jumped in after it.

"The Burrow!" I said loudly and clearly. There was that horrible sensation when you're flooing again, but I'm used to it. It doesn't seem much now.

"That's number five, not counting you and your parents…"

"Draco, quit that already."

My heart sank. Little Malfoy junior is here already, oh joy.

"I can't, Father told me that if I didn't find ten ways to embarrass you he would give me a beating," The blonde said to my brother.

"Oh? So you're going to count how many of us there are?" I asked, my hand twitching toward my wand.

"That's one way," He said, scratching his chin with his quill. I blinked. That's strange. No sneer, smirk, or anything.

"Hey, Ron? What's for dinner?" Malfoy asked, now twirling the quill in his hand. He appeared to be thinking hard.

"Dunno. I saw Mum making a roast, so probably that," Ron answered. This conversation seemed casual, like between two friends.

"Damn," Malfoy muttered, then, for the first time, looked at me.

"You're quiet," He said, and then turned to Ron. "Does he have a mental disability? Can I write that down?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "No he doesn't. Just write that he works with savage beasts and they turned him into one."

"Good enough," Draco said. Bloody hell, I just called him Draco. What's wrong with me?

"Excuse me," I said coldly, "I'd like to talk to you in private. Ron, can you leave?"

Shrugging, he left, and I caught him exchanging a smile with Draco. Damn! I did it again!

"Alright, Malfoy," I said, "Let's get some things straight—"

"I already know," He said, rolling his eyes. That was more of the Draco Malfoy I knew. "First the little one came, Ginny, I think her name was, and then those twins just marched up to me and asked me all this junk. 'Is little Ronniekins good enough in bed for you, your Malfoyness?' They scare me."

Before I knew it, I was laughing along with him talking about the twins and their crazy, mischievous doings.

I guess he's not so bad after all. I almost felt bad for him when he sat down on his chair for dinner and began itching like crazy. Almost.

Mum, as usual, exploded. I can still hear her voice.

"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT HIS LAST NAME IS, HE'S A GUEST! WOULD YOU APPRECIATE IT IF I PUT ITCHING POWDER ON YOUR CHAIRS? MARCH UP TO YOUR BED FREDERICK ELIJAH WEASLEY! YOU TOO, GEORGE ISAIAH WEASLEY!"

Merlin, she can yell.

Today was the first day of the seven days of Christmas break. It turns out that Draco isn't that bad after all. I suppose it's just that father of his.

Of course, I'd like to know Bill's opinion, but for now, I'm okay with it. Just for now.

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A/N – What did you think? It's not as chaotic as I wanted it to be, I will make the next one more Fred/Georgish. I'm leaving it at that for now. Just for now. giggle

I've got Bill, Mrs. Weasley, and Mr. Weasley to do the next days of Christmas break, but what should I do for the last three days? People? Ideas please?