A/N: Hello everyone! I apologize that this is so late! I've wanted to update for a long time, but so much has been going on lately that it had to be put off to the side. I apologize for that! Thank you everyone that has left a review so far! It means so much, and I'm sorry for not being able to respond to all of them. Anyway, please enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think!

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Ron felt the light hit his eyes before he was even fully awake. He hated that feeling, where you're not totally awake but your mind forces you to. Ron forced his eyes open, the glare from his window blinding him for a minute. After recovering from that, Ron rolled himself over onto his side and clear off the side of his bed. It made the red head feel like a ninja, rolling off his bed like that.

The first thing he noticed was how cold the house was with no socks. The second was that Draco wasn't there.

Ron blinked several times as he looked around his room. Sure enough, the blonde really wasn't there. All of the blankets that had been sprawled out on the floor the previous night were still there, which told Ron that everything really hadn't been a dream. It also reminded him to ask his dad to get the spare bed up here later today. He glanced at the Muggle clock that his father had given him a while back, reading ten after nine. It was an ungodly hour to be up, especially for Ron, but he had to find Draco. What if he had gotten lost in the house?

The red head groaned and rubbed at his face as he left his room and stumbled down the stairs. It was much too early to be awake during the summer. No one should even be allowed to exist before ten, in Ron's opinion. But, once awake, Ron found it hard to fall back asleep. He figured that most people were like this. Ron almost fell down the last few steps of stairs; he was so lost in thought. Shaking off the initial shock, Ron glanced in the direction of the kitchen. He noticed that there was a light on and the familiar breakfast smells were drifting towards him.

"Mom?" Ron called out, furrowing his eyebrows together. Normally his mother wouldn't even start breakfast until closer to ten. So what was she doing up now? Ron quickly walked through the living room type area and towards the kitchen door. The smell just got better and better.

When Ron walked through the door, he wasn't fully prepared to find Draco standing at the old Muggle stove, cooking some sort of food, without magic. The blondes back was facing Ron, and all Ron could do was stare. This was… weird. Draco had even changed out of his pajamas. He was wearing some old looking clothes, like someone had owned them before him. The faded blue shirt looked much better on Draco than Ron would have thought.

"Is there anything you're not good at?" Ron said, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. Draco spun around, this real panicked look in his eye. After he realized it was just Ron, his eyes relaxed, but his body was still tense. He let out a small laugh as he turned away from the red head and continued to cook.

"Just because I can cook doesn't mean it's good." Draco quietly replied. Ron rolled his eyes as he walked over to the island in the middle of the room. He leaned forward on it and tilted his head to the side slightly.

"What're you doing, cooking in my kitchen, when you're the guest?" Ron questioned. Draco glanced behind his shoulder at Ron before grabbing a round plate next to the right of him.

"Well, this is a good start to get your parents to trust and/or like me. It took me a while to find everything, but I've only been up since seven, so I think I've gotten a lot done for that short amount of time." Draco quickly replied, just like it was nothing. Ron felt his mouth fall open.

"You've been up since seven?" Ron exclaimed. Draco turned around with his plate of something – it looked like eggs to Ron – and gave his friend a confused look before setting the plate down on the other counter.

"Yeah? It takes time to do stuff without magic." Draco replied before grabbing the cooking pan and setting it in the sink, running some water in it. Ron stared at him as he did this, not really understanding what was going on.

"Are you done or something?" Ron questioned, feeling like an idiot. He'd only ever seen his mom cook with magic, never without it. Draco went back over to the stove and the counter space next to it and continued to fix up the food on the pans.

"No, but almost. Whenever you're done you put water on the pans so they don't cake over with grease. Duh?" Draco replied in a matter-of-fact sounding voice. Ron furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he glanced over at what Draco was doing with the food. The blonde was scrapping it all onto separate plates.

"I'm sorry I've never cooked without magic…" Ron mumbled under his breath. Draco laughed a little bit before placing the plates down on the counter in front of Ron. The red head eyed them, for the looked delicious to him.

"You're welcome to have some, if you want to." The blonde said as he leaned against the counter, facing Ron. He had this smug smile that made Ron a little mad, but the food looked so good he ignored it. Draco reached into a drawer under him and pulled out a fork, resting it beside Ron. Ron eyed it before picking it up and digging into the eggs. He chewed a little bit, stopping and looking Draco right in the eye.

"What?"

"You are good at cooking! My parents really have to hate you if they don't like this." Ron said between mouthfuls of food, which he knew wasn't very attractive, but whatever. The food was good, so he didn't care.

"Well… I'm glad you like it." Draco quietly replied, scratching the back of his head. A small blush had crawled onto his face, but he turned around and pretended to tend to the dishes before Ron could see it. It meant a lot that Ron liked it, probably just as much as him liking his music.

"Of course I like it! I bet you cook all the time, yeah?" Ron said before shoveling another forkful of food into his mouth. Draco turned back to his friend, a sheepish grin on his face.

"No, actually. I've never cook for anyone before." Draco mumbled with a laugh. The red head stopped eating, his eyes slightly wide. Then, in an instant, he was back to eating the food again.

"Why are you so damn amazing at everything without even trying?" Ron said after a loud swallow. Draco felt his face get hot again.

"I don't-"

"What on earth are you doing up?"

Both of the teens looked up and over towards the kitchen door. There was Draco's worst fear, Molly Wesley. She was wearing some old looking clothes, just like Draco, probably for cooking. Ron smiled at his mom; Draco wanted to cower in fear but held his ground. Molly pulled her hair back behind her, but let it fall as she looked around the kitchen,

"Did you boys make breakfast?" She questioned in a stunned voice. Ron turned back towards Draco and gave him a look that said 'you say something or I will and it won't end well'. Draco looked everywhere but at Molly.

"Uh, well, I did, Mrs. Weasly. I made it… I'm sorry for the mess! Let me clean it up!" Draco suddenly exclaimed, moving back over to the sink and starting the water. He heard Ron let out a little laugh behind him.

"Mum, just try it! It's really good!" Ron shouted over the running water. Once he said that, Molly moved over to the boys, but walked past the food. She walked over to the other side of the island, towards Draco. She grabbed the sink handle and turned off the water. He looked at her, now scared because she was so close to him. Molly smiled at the blonde, but it wasn't very comforting because he knew she didn't like him.

"This can wait a little." She said before turning around and glancing around at the food. Before both of the boys had anytime to say anything, Molly scooped up a few of the plates in her arms and carried them across the room to the giant dinning room table. Ron smiled at his mother and moved over to help her, while Draco was scared stiff on the spot.

"Mum, you have to try it!" Ron exclaimed. Draco was snapped out of his fear and moved to the other side of the counter. He was compelled to stop her, just because he was afraid of her. But he also wanted Molly to try it and like him. Draco let out a long breath of air and tried to relax. Since when was being liked to important to him?

"Alright, alright." Molly mumbled as she sat down at the table. She grabbed a plate of what looked like bacon, carefully picking up a piece in between her fingers. She eyes it for a second before taking a small bite of it. Her eyes lit up as she placed the rest of it in her mouth before grabbing another piece.

"Isn't it good?" Ron exclaimed in her ear. Draco cringed slightly at that.

"Draco, dear, this is amazing! Why didn't you tell me you could cook?" Molly said, ignoring her own son as she turned towards the blonde. Draco sheepishly smiled and looked away from her.

"Uh, I don't really know how, I just-"

"Oh, rubbish. You must show me what you did sometime. And without magic." Molly said in a whispery voice before continuing to eat. She happily hummed to herself as she turned back to Ron.

"I told you it was good."

"Ronnie, please be a dear and go wake your father. He'll really enjoy this!" Molly exclaimed and shooed her son away. Ron grumbled, saying something about walking all the way back upstairs, but turned and left through the kitchen door anyway. Now it was just Molly, Draco, and a giant arrangement of food.

How awkward.

Draco shifted his weight a little, not even taking the risk to look up from the floor. This was possibly his worst dream come true since he got here – being alone with Molly Weasly. Oh dear lord, it felt like his heart was going to explode. He coughed slightly, feeling the weight of this situation on his shoulders. When he looked up, he saw Molly staring at him with this real intense look in her eyes. Draco tried to look away from her, but it was like a train crash: you just have to look.

"Um, Mrs. Weasly-"

"First, my name is Molly." Molly quickly said with a smile. Draco didn't feel like she meant it to be nice, but he tried to smile back at her anyway. It probably looked more like a grimace, depending on her face now.

"Uh, alright, M-Molly." Draco nervously said. She nodded her head at him.

"Come, sit down with me." Molly gestured to the seat across from her. Draco stiffly moved from his spot by the counter to the chair, trying to sit down as quietly as he could. God was this situation racking his nerves. Where the hell was Ron?

The two wizards just stared at each other. Draco was trying his best to not look at her, but this proved difficult due to the fact that he was terrified out of his mind. Molly sat across from the poor boy, her hands folded together and held under her chin. Draco thought that it made her look like she was planning something.

"Um, what-?"

"Draco, please be a dear and let me do the talking."

Draco shut his mouth. Even though Molly had said that, she didn't say another word. The blonde sat there, trying now to keep his eyes on Molly instead of the floor. It was becoming harder with every passing second Molly didn't talk. Eventually, she let out a big sigh and unfolded her hands, eyeing Draco carefully again.

"Ron likes you."

"What?" Draco felt like an idiot now. He blinked several times as Molly tried to hold back a chuckle or two.

"Ron must consider you a great friend now, and I have no idea what you did to make him think that. You hated him, and tormented him for five years of schooling. Whatever you did, it must have been amazing, Draco dear." Molly said. As she said it, her voice became more and more serious. Draco now felt like a little kid being punished for something that wasn't his fault. But, instead of being angry, he was embarrassed.

"May I talk?" Draco suddenly said. He'd never asked for permission to talk, he's never had to. Molly gave him a tiny look but before Draco could register what it meant, she spoke.

"Yes, you may." Molly quickly said. The blonde took in a deep breath of air, trying to calm his heart down a little bit. It wasn't working very well, but he knew that he had to convince Molly one way or another that he was a good guy.

But why do I have to? Draco thought. He pushed it aside with the rest of his confusing thoughts and tried to focus. It wasn't working too well. He breathed again.

"It's… long, but probably not too terribly difficult to explain. It's just something that kind of happened. Your son… Ron, he's a good person. And I know I'm an idiot for acting like I did for so long. I want to try and make things better, I really do." Draco softly said. He had to stop himself before he let his ignored thoughts come pouring out. It was odd, to feel like he could talk and someone would listen, someone other than Ron. Molly nodded her head as he spoke. When he was done, she leaned forward a little bit. Her hands were now folded in front of her on the table. For some reason, this made Draco nervous.

"So… you're telling me that you and Ron are friends now? What makes you think that we're going to accept you right off the bat?" Molly quietly said, a nervous chuckle finishing her sentence. This made Draco angry. He tried to stifle it down, since this was the woman he wanted to impress and be friends with, but frankly that laugh killed his nerves and just replaced them with anger. The blonde tried to keep his face calm, but then anger was spilling over so it might have been hard.

"Yes, we are friends. Ron actually is a very kind person, and people give him way too much crap for the small things that he does. I think that he's a wonderful person and he's been there even though we used to fight a lot. He's been there, even after the fact. That, in itself, makes him a remarkable person. He's kind, and smart. It may not be school smart, but it's a different kind of smart. And he made me laugh. Mrs. Weasly, he made me laugh! I don't even remember the last time I did before being friends with Ron. It must have been years or-!"

Draco stopped himself short. It was a split second, really. All he did was glance up at the kitchen door and had to stop. His voice was caught right in his throat and the blondes face must have flushed bright red. That or he was really pale right now. He couldn't tear his eyes away, even though Draco really wanted to.

Ron was standing right there.

It must have been no longer than a second, but Draco regained some of his dignity. He cleared his throat and tried to keep his eyes off of his friend. He glanced back at Molly. She just stared at him with this expecting look, like she was waiting for him to rave more about her son. Draco coughed slightly and shifted his weight. It was now very hard to not look at Ron.

"I… I want to be accepted here. I really do. You're family is so kind to let me stay here, you're so kind, and I hope that I can prove myself. I will prove myself." Draco added as an after thought. He wasn't planning on leaving until he was accepted by Molly Weasly. Even if that meant being in the crossfire of Harry and Ron. It was worth it to Draco, at the very least. Molly moved to speak, but it was right then Ron decided it was a good time to come in.

"Dad said he'll be down in a bit!" Ron said a little bit too loud, stomping his way into the kitchen. Draco raised an eyebrow and gave a look of great concern. Molly just tried to hold back a chuckle. Her son was just so ridiculous sometimes.

"Thank you, Ronnie dear. Now go wash up, both of you, and we'll all enjoy breakfast together!" Molly exclaimed as she stood up from the kitchen table. Ron groaned and mumbled something about just coming from that direction. Draco stiffly nodded his head at Molly as she moved around the table to grab more plates from a random cupboard near the sink. Draco shakily stood up, not really wanting to be alone with Ron right now. That was just slightly embarrassing.

Before leaving, the blonde glanced back at Molly. She had this small smirk on her face and a slight twinkle in her eye that made Draco nervous. She just stood there with her arms crossed on her chest, staring at Draco as Ron left the room. Draco decided to turn and go wash up before getting angry again.

That knowing look she gave Draco irked him for some reason.

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There we go! I'm so sorry that this took so long; I was awfully busy while writing this. I hope that it is ok. A lot has happened while writing this chapter, so I think the writing style may be a little different. Anyway, I apologize again! Please, let me know what you think! Another chapter will be on it's way soon!