"Thank you for having me here Mrs. Weasley," said Draco nervously as he sat at the table in the Weasley's home.
"No problem dear, " she responded. "It's such a shame Hermione couldn't come."
"She said that she wanted to be alone."
"Poor girl. You remember to take something back for her."
"Of course," Draco responded.
"Are you enjoying your supper?" she asked.
"Yes Ma'am. This is different. My mum didn't cook. I had to teach myself when I was living on my own. And we didn't talk much when we were eating, aside from father shouting at the house elves." Mrs. Weasley looked at him with pity.
"I'm glad Ginny invited you and Harry. It looked like it was just going to be Arthur and me tonight."
"Until Ron showed up, that is," Mr Weasley interjected. Molly glared at her husband.
"Ron was here?" asked Ginny.
"Still is, apparently" answered Molly.
"Where is he?" Harry asked.
"His bedroom. Let him stay up there as far as I'm concerned."
"Is this about him and Hermione?" asked Harry.
"He's really gone and ruined things this time. You couldn't talk some sense into him Harry?" asked Molly.
"This is my fault?" he asked. Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"I'm not blaming you Harry," Molly answered. "I"m not blaming anyone." she directed at Draco.
"Except that stubborn, immature prat who's probably sulking in his bedroom," said Ginny.
"Who are we talking about?" asked Bill walking into the kitchen.
"Ron," answered Molly. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Fleur isn't feeling well, and I wanted to get some of that special tea of yours."
"Of course," Molly said filling the kettle. "Poor girl. This pregnancy has been much more difficult than the first two."
"A fact that has me extremely worried," said Bill.
"I wouldn't worry Bill I'm sure she'll be fine."
"That's not really my concern. My concern is whether or not I should be preparing for a mini Fred and mini George."
"She's not having twins is she?" Harry asked.
"Not as far as we know," said Bill. "But the worse things get, the more I worry."
"I thought you wanted a boy," said Ginny.
"A boy. Not a couple of monsters."
"Oi. We resent that," said Fred. Draco whipped his head in the twins' direction.
"Does this happen a lot?" he asked. "The entire family showing up unannounced?" Ginny shrugged.
"Malfoy," said George with a grin on his face. "Had a chance to read the Evening Prophet?"
"No. Why?" Fred was about to hand him a paper, but Harry intercepted it.
"If this is about what his old goons were up to at Malfoy Manor, then he already knows."
"Damn," said Fred.
"What are you doing here anyway?" asked George.
"He was invited." said Ginny.
"And he accepted?" asked Fred.
"Hermione wanted to be alone."
"Trouble in paradise?" asked Bill who had been shooting Draco questioning glances since he'd arrived.
"Er-" Draco started.
"Where have you been?" asked George.
"Haven't you heard?" asked Fred.
"Malfoy and Hermione aren't together."
"They're not? Did you break up?" asked Bill.
"No, they were never even together. And get this. He's a poof." said George.
"Excuse me?" Draco cried indignantly. Mrs. Weasley gasped.
"I will not have you insulting people in my house George."
"Sorry mum."
"You're gay?" Bill asked Draco. He wasn't given an opportunity to answer.
"Of course he is. Ron walked in on him snogging his boyfriend." Fred continued.
"Ex-boyfriend," Draco emphasized as the twins went on.
"Ron thought he'd been right about Malfoy all along," said George.
"Until he found out he out that Hermione knew the whole time."
"She knew all along?" Bill asked, eyes wide. "Why would she keep that from him?"
"It was just a little joke to make him jealous," said Draco. "We didn't think he'd get that angry."
"He went completely mental,"
"So Ron told her that he didn't want to be friends anymore," said Fred.
"Wow," said Bill "So Ron and Hermione aren't friends anymore?"
"No," said George.
"All because Hermione forgot to mention that Malfoy is gay," asked Bill.
"Pretty much."
"So he's willing to let the love of his life go over that?"
"Yeah."
"And Hermione had no objection to this? She didn't try to talk some sense into him?"
"I'm sure she did, but you know how Ron is."
Bill stopped asking questions. He just sat down and scratched his head thoughtfully.
"Did Ron tell you two all of this," asked Harry.
"No," the twins answered in unison.
"How do you know then?"
"We have our ways, Harry," said George patting him on the back. "We have our ways.
"We've got to do something about this," Ginny suggested. "We can't let them go on this way."
"Don't they always work these things out themselves?" asked Arthur.
"How long are you prepared to wait?" asked George.
"Hey, maybe we should take a page out of Draco's book and poison Ron," said Fred jokingly "That set them right once before." Draco blushed and tried avoid making eye contact with anyone.
"Or we can let Mum nag him until he finally comes around," said George. Mrs. Weasley hit him playfully on the arm.
"We could obliviate them and let them start from scratch," said Ginny.
"Are you going to explain to Granger why I'm living with her?" asked Draco.
"Oh. Never mind."
"We could just obliviate Ron, and let Hermione explain everything to him again," said George.
"I like that idea," said Fred. "Let's go with that."
"I don't think Hermione would go for that," said Harry. "He may not remember what's been going on, but she would. She'd probably still be angry at him and he'd have no idea."
"Have you got any suggestions Bill." He'd been silent since Fred and George had explained everything to him. He didn't answer George's question. He simply apparated to Ron's bedroom.
"Bill? What the-" said Ron jumping off of his bed. Bill grabbed him and disapparated. When they appeared in the garden, Ron looked terrified.
"Stay right here." He admonished sternly. He disapparated again, this time appearing in front of Hermione's flat. He banged on the door for several minutes. Hermione answered the door in a dressing gown, her hair still damp from a recent shower. When she saw the troubled look on Bill's face, she began to panic.
"Bill? What's wrong? Is everything okay?" He pulled her to him and disapparated, reappearing in the garden in front of a very confused Ron.
"You two, talk. Now. And if you leave this spot before you've worked everything out, I will sic my pregnant wife on you."