Disclaimer: I, as i've said before, am not, nor will i ever be, J.K. Rowling.
Molly came in fifteen long minutes later, carrying a tray of twelve mugs. But by the time she had come in, nobody was in the mood for hot chocolate. So they moved into the gifts. Ginny pulled Draco toward his large pile, sitting patiently in a corner. "Come on!" she said, sitting down and pulling him down next to her. She reached for a neatly wrapped present. "This one's from," she checked the tag, "Hermione."
Draco cast a shocked look toward the girl sitting next to him, and then to Hermione. Hermione was sitting next to Ron; laughing at the present he had given her. "Granger?" he asked faintly.
Ginny smacked him. "It's Hermione, you little berk!"
Draco didn't seem to notice the throbbing pain in his arm. "But all of those times I called her a mudblood…" he looked up at Ginny, and the present she was holding. "I didn't get her anything."
"Just say thanks." Was the obvious reply.
Draco took the present from Ginny…and slowly unwrapped it. It was-"a book." Draco said faintly. "She got me a book. I wonder why that's not surprising." He turned to Hermione and said, with enormous difficulty, "Thanks…Hermione." Hermione grinned sheepishly at him.
"You're welcome, Draco." She said, trying to make it sound as natural as she could make it.
Draco turned back to Ginny. She was positively beaming. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she handed another present with Red and gold wrapping. Draco frowned at the colors. "It's from Harry."
"Figures." He muttered, so Ginny couldn't hear him. She was unwrapping her presents now and was hugging her father enthusiastically for her own present. Draco shrugged and continued to open the package; it was a bulky bag of chocolate frogs. Draco read the tag and smirked.
'This is to Draco. Don't think this means anything, Malfoy.' It said in hurried writing.
"Gee, thanks, Potter." Draco said dryly, refusing flatly to call Harry by his first name. He turned back to his pile; Harry was opening Draco's gift now; a large bag of dungbombs that Ginny had forced him into buying. Draco reached for another present. It was from Molly and Arthur; he opened it; a package of sweets and a green 'Weasley' sweater. Draco wasn't surprised; Ginny had warned him he might be getting one. He turned the sweater over and saw, to his amusement, a silver D embroidered. He could feel Molly's eyes boring into his back, so he quickly pulled it over his head. "Thanks, Mrs. Weasley." He said, turning and grinning at her.
Molly smiled brightly, and Draco could've sworn there were tears in her eyes. He turned back to Ginny, who was also wearing her own bright red sweater. "Nice one." She said, hugging him tightly. "Thanks."
She withdrew and returned to opening the rest of her gifts. Draco too returned to his pile and took another one. It was from Bill and Fleur: a package of picture frames, all of them scarlet and gold, or silver and green. "Cute." He mumbled. He smiled warmly at the pair of them, standing near the tree and gazing at the family.
Now there were only three left: the twin's, Ron's (who Draco suspected were forced to buy something for him by their mother) and Ginny.
He took Fred and George's gift, feeling slightly apprehensive; there was a warning on the tag, along with Draco's name. He winced at Ginny, who had just finished opening her present, and was now gazing amusedly at the present in Draco's hands. "Don't worry." She said reassuringly. "I'm sure it's not dangerous." But just to be sure, Draco moved over to her side, so if anything dangerous popped out of the box, she would be affected, too. Ginny scoffed. "And I thought you loved me." She said jokingly.
"Oh, I do, Ginny." Draco said, grinning. "But didn't you say we'd go through everything together?" he smirked. He took Ginny's hands and placed them in his own, and grasped the lid of the box. Ginny closed her eyes as Draco pulled open the box; he could feel the twins' gazes on his back. And then-"Wha-?" nothing happened. He took the object inside (some hair products; no doubt they found it funny.) and looked over at the twins. They were no longer facing him, but their heads were bent together. Draco realised what they must be doing and dropped the bottle just in time. BOOM! CRASH! SPLATTER! Draco sat shocked, as the Weasley family, plus Hermione and Harry gazed avidly at him. Then the Weasley twins burst out laughing. Everyone, except them, of course, was covered in some amount of the hair care product, dripping and soaking wet. And what's more, the bag of Weasley's wildfire whizbangs that Fred and George had given Ron had somehow exploded, and now the burrow was filled with great neon serpents and Catherine wheels. Draco tried hard to keep his temper under control and not yell at the twins as Molly was doing now.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? HE IS A GUEST IN OUR HOUSE, AND IF YOU CONTINUE TO DO THIS, I WILL THROW YOU OUT THIS TIME!!" she continued to yell herself hoarse. The twins were huddled together, their backs to the wall, and looking apprehensively at their mother.
"You don't understand, mum-!"
"DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT, EXACTLY?" Molly shrieked.
"-Malfoy's a special case!"
Molly's eyes bulged threateningly. "EXCUSE ME?" she yelled. "AS FAR AS HE'S CONCERNED, HE IS PART OF THE FAMILY JUST AS MUCH AS YOU ARE!"
Silence followed, in which Ginny fidgeted nervously with Draco's green sweater, Draco blinked continuously, and Fred and George glared venomously at him. Molly took no notice of the awkward silence, wherein everyone's eyes were on Draco. "Well, erm-." Hermione's now-high voice cut through. "Shall we have that hot chocolate now, Mrs. Weasley?"
The noise that had filled the burrow five minutes before increased again, everyone crowding around Mrs. Weasley and trying to forget the uncomfortable silence that had passed. "Wait a minute, Draco." Ginny pulled him back into the living room as everyone settled in the kitchen. "You still have two more gifts." She said, pointing to Ron's and her own. She sat down on the soaking ground, not really caring about the state of the floor. Slipping and sliding, Draco settled next to her, wincing as his expensive pants hit the floor, and reached for Ron's present. Ginny frowned at it; a Chudley cannon Quidditch hat. "I'm sorry, Draco." She said earnestly. "Ron knows you don't like the Chudley cannons…I guess he…well, yeah."
Draco shrugged half-heartedly, truly feeling his girlfriend's disappointment. He offered her a comforting smile and reached for the last present. It was Ginny's. "Save the best for last." Draco said, grinning at the red and gold wrapping, which was now soaked in a mixture of hair-care products. Ginny smiled nervously.
"Hope you like it…" she said, avoiding his eyes. "It's not a very good present, of course…"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't say that. I'm sure it's not that bad of a-." Draco pulled the lid and blinked…
Draco lay in his warm bed that night, shortly after midnight. He could just see the present Ginny had given him on the table by the moonlight. He smiled at the sleeping figure of his girlfriend on the next bed. Her present…was simple, yet it was still very important to him- (A/n: Oh, god, this part is so bloody corny! Please, PLEASE forgive me for failing you!!)-the twenty-page letter was propped up on the wall, Ginny's sweet-smelling perfume still hanging in the air. On the front page of the small booklet, in big Italic letters-Top twenty reasons as to why you're mine…
Oh, dearie me! Please forgive me for making this so corny…and also, please forgive me for not updating in so long!! School took up so much time…and all the stress was killing me!!