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Chapter 37
Hermione stepped off the train, following Ron, Ginny and Harry to the small herd of redheads. There standing, hands on hips, and leading the small people, stood Mrs Weasley.
Surrounding her were Mr Weasley, Fred and George, Bill, Charlie and Fleur. Alongside the redheads stood Lupin and Tonks, hand in hand.
"Haven't you grown since the last time I saw you!" Mrs Weasley said, clapping her hands to her mouth and sighing in a motherly way.
"Molly they've only been a couple of months!" Arthur Weasley chimed in from behind, walking up to his wife and placing a calm hand on her shoulder.
"Be quiet Arthur, I can't even say anything without being scolded!"
Hermione laughed at old couple, how sweet and sincere they really were but shrugging it off with unimportant squabbles.
She watched as Ron and Ginny walked up to their mother who hugged them tightly, as if never letting go.
Mrs Weasley moved over to Harry whilst Ron and Ginny hugged their dad and their brothers.
"Good to see you Harry love." She said and Hermione noticed her giving Harry and extra tight hug.
She nearly laughed as she watched Harry's face turn pink and pale. Then it was her turn and Hermione waited for the bone crushing hug but it never came.
Mrs Weasley enveloped Hermione into a soft and gentle hug that made Hermione want to cry for no reason.
"You look well sweetheart." Mrs Weasley said as she looked Hermione up and down, an enormous smile on her face.
"Lovely to see you Mrs Weasley." Hermione said hugging the mother like figure back.
"So where's your friend?" Mrs Weasley asked her looking around the platform.
"Wait, what? You knew that Hermione was going to bring Malfoy for Christmas?" Ron questioned pushing himself through the small crowd and standing in between Hermione and Mrs Weasley, looking from one to the other.
"Of course I did you banana, Hermione sent a letter for permission and I gave my consent." Mrs Weasley said to Ron as if it wasn't such an important thing.
"So why did you ask me?" Ron said angrily glaring at Hermione.
"Because I wanted your consent as well but next time I won't bother asking you!" Hermione said firing up not quite understanding what the big deal was.
Just then, Draco came up to the herd looking sheepish. He was carrying his bag and another one, presumably Hermione's.
There was an awkward silence as the rest of the Weasley's observed Draco, shocked and surprised looks adorned their faces. Ron glared at him.
"Hello young Malfoy." Mrs Weasley broke the awkward silence looking around at her husband and children to do the same.
"Draco." Draco said rather quickly, "Call me Draco."
Mrs Weasley gave the young man a smile and beckoned him forward. Reluctantly Draco did as he was told and was shocked when Mrs Weasley pulled him into a hug, not a tight one but nevertheless a hug.
And Draco couldn't explain the emotions that were running a marathon in his body. He hardly ever got hugs like these from his parents; he couldn't even remember the last time.
Mrs Weasley let him go and gave her children 'the' look, and they all understood that they had to behave otherwise the consequences would be dire.
"Good to see you again Malfoy!" Fred and George said as they shook hands with Draco and looked him up and down, a mischievous grin playing on their lips.
And then came Bill and Charlie who shook his hands and gave him an odd look. Fleur followed him, heavily pregnant, her strawberry blond hair willowing behind.
Draco remembered seeing her for the first time, at the begging of his fourth year, how all the males in the school drooled after her. She glowed then and she glowed even more now.
"Monsieur Draco." She said giving him a small peck on each cheek.
Walking away from him, Lupin and Tonks joined him.
"Hello Professor." Draco observed his old professor and noticed that he was looking greyer than usual, out of place next to the young woman with the crazy hair.
Draco remembered his mother and his aunt Bella telling him about some cousin he had who had betrayed the loyalties of the family. Draco never listened to the drags his family talked about.
"Watcha!" the woman said, chewing pink gum and blowing a bubble with it. Draco wanted to laugh at the bright pink hair but somehow it suited her.
A year ago if someone had told him that he would be spending Christmas with the blood traitors called Weasley's, Draco would have beaten the crap out of them.
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Draco and Hermione, alongside Ron, Harry, Ginny and Tonks, got out of the Ministry provided cars and looked around there surroundings.
"I know it's small but…"
"It's perfect." Draco said cutting Hermione off mid sentence and looking around the small house that everyone called The Burrow.
Hermione looked at Draco, surprised. She was waiting for the long speech of how the house was small and that his bedroom was the same size as the entire house but it never came.
And Hermione was glad of it. She looked at Draco's face and noticed that he was smiling. Taking his eyes of the house, he looked at Hermione and his smile grew even bigger.
Taking her hand in his, they followed the rest of the group inside the house. As soon as Draco stepped inside the house, he was even more awed. It looked all cosy, warm and homely inside whereas at his Manor, it was always cold and pristine, nowhere near a home.
"I think I'm going to like it here." He said putting his bag down and grinning widely at Hermione. She hugged him tightly.
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Draco spent the rest of the day unpacking his belonging into the cupboard he was sharing with Harry and Ron.
Draco chuckled to himself as he remembered the look on Ron's face when Mrs Weasley had told the three to share his room. Draco thought Ron's face would explode.
When he arrived, Hermione had given him the grand tour of the Burrow not that it took long. Mrs Weasley had made them brunch to which Draco helped himself to quite a bit since he hadn't had breakfast in the morning rush.
He'd gone for a walk with Hermione around the area near the Burrow, the fields and lanes. He listened to Hermione talk about the previous times she had spent at the Burrow, wishing he could share special memories like that with her.
Draco finished putting the last of his belongings into the drawer and headed out of the room. Making his way down to find the others, Draco could hear giggling and chattering from the kitchen.
Entering the small kitchen, Draco found Fred, George and Ron smirking at something, their backs to him. Curious, Draco walked up behind them.
"What you guys up to?"
The three red heads jumped, but they showed no hints of being scared when they saw that it was Draco standing behind and not anyone else, most likely Mrs Weasley.
"Cooking!" Fred exclaimed as he produced a baking tray with cookies on them.
"Cooking…you lot? You're having a laugh!" Draco said as he looked at the boys, not believing what he was seeing.
"There's nothing wrong with men cooking Malfoy!" George snarled at the amused blond.
Draco put his hands up in defeat and watched whilst the Weasley clan put the delicious looking cookies onto a plate.
"Care to try one Malfoy…we insist!" Ron said a bit too excitedly.
Draco looked at each one of them, suspicion rising. But he was a guest and it would be extremely rude not to try one. And they did look good, with chocolate chips everywhere, the cooked dough all crispy and…
Draco took one cookie off the plate that was being pushed towards him. Giving the three a final look, Draco bit into it.
Fred, George and Ron watched anxiously but mischievously at the chewing Draco, as if waiting for something extraordinary to occur.
And something occurred, something that the three redheads had hoped for. They watched as Draco was still munching. Their eyes grew wide when thin white hair began to sprout out from his face and hands.
His clothes began to rip by the second. More hair grew, alongside huge pale pink ears, sticking out from a mare of bright fur.
Draco didn't notice until he put the last bit of cookie into his mouth and ended up choking on his own fur.
The last thing he heard was a blood curdling scream.
A/N: Any guesses of what poor Draco's turned into! Hope you liked that chapter! Please review and tell me your thoughts. And thank you to everyone who reviewed!
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