Part Two...
"This is where you *live*?" Draco asked, looking up at the Weasley's home.
"Yes it is." Charlie said with a smile, "Draco Malfoy, welcome to The Burrow."
"Why, this is *barbaric*!" Draco said, "Look at this place! I cannot stay here."
"Then leave..." Ginny growled. She hated it when people insulted her home.
"Ginny! Ron!" Mrs. Weasley came running out from the front door. She pulled each of her children into tight one-armed hugs. "Oh, I missed you two so much!"
"Mum," Charlie piped in, "This is Draco Malfoy."
Mrs. Weasley looked up and saw Draco. She hadn't noticed him at first. "Of course," She said, "Lucius's son."
"Yeah, Mum. D'you think it would be okay if he stayed here for a while?" Charlie asked his mother.
Mrs. Weasley smiled. "I don't see why not," She said, "Come on in dears. Let's go into the kitchen. I'll get you all some tea."
Draco followed the Weasley's up to the front door of The Burrow. *What have I gotten myself into?* He asked himself as he walked inside. He really couldn't understand how they lived this way. There were dishes piled sky high in the sink, and the furniture was old, and a bit torn up. This was the exact opposite of how Draco lived.
"Is Daddy home?" Ginny asked. Draco found this odd. He had never called his father anything but...Father. Even as a young child he had called him Father.
"No, Ginny dear, not yet." Mts. Weasley said, putting on the tea kettle, "He's over at Fred and George's shop. He should be home soon. Why don't you all sit down while I make the tea?"
Ginny, Ron, and Charlie sat down, but Draco stayed standing next to the door. "Aren't you going to sit down?" Ron asked him, "Or are you afraid you'll get contaminated?"
"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley snapped, turning around. "Draco, please sit down. Make yourself at home."
Draco unwillingly walked across the kitchen and took a seat next to Ginny. She didn't look too happy about this arrangement.
"Hey Mum," Fred Weasley said, coming through the door, "The order...came..th-" He stopped when he saw Draco sitting next to his sister and across from his brother. "Malfoy...what are you doing here?"
"Now Fred, be nice." Charlie said with a smile, "Draco's just going to be here for a few days."
"Days?" Ron and Draco asked in unison.
"I don't know what you've been thinking," Draco said, "But I was under the impression that I would be sending my father an owl and I'd be getting away from here in a few hours."
Fred sat down on the other side of Ron and asked, "Why? Are you too good to stay here with us?"
"Well...yes. What did you think?" Draco asked.
"Hello, my family!" Mr. Weasley's cheerful voice sang as he walked inside. He walked to his wife, who was now bewitching a wooden spoon to mix a very lumpy batter. "How are you, dear?"
"I'm just fine, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley said.
Ginny jumped up and ran to her father. "Daddy!" She said, hugging him, "I've missed you!"
"I've missed you, too Ginny my dear." Mr. Weasley then smiled at his son. "And Ron," He said, "You haven't gotten taller have you?"
Ron stood up. "I think I have..." He said regrettably.
Mr. Weasley then turned to Draco. "And Draco Malfoy. I had a feeling you'd be coming. I told Charlie to invite you if you were still at the train station when he arrived. Can't have left you all alone now."
"Right...Well do you have an owl? I would like to get in touch with my father. So he knows where he can come and get me." Draco said to Mr. Weasley.
"We have Errol, and Ron has Pig-"
"Pig is too small to make long trips, Dad." Ron interrupted.
"Right," continued Mr. Weasley, "So Errol will be making the trip. And it will take him quite a while to get to Romania."
"My father's in Romania?" Draco asked.
"That's what I've been told."
"What could he be doing there?"
"Well that I don't know," Mr. Weasley said, "Maybe you could ask him in your letter."
Draco nodded as Mrs. Weasley said, "Ron, why don't you take Draco upstairs? Help him to get settled in, and then take him to Errol. When you're done you can come downstairs and have some tea and cake."
Ron sighed dramatically, but he said, "Come on."
Draco stood up and followed Ron out of the kitchen. "Your things are already upstairs!" Charlie called after them.
"You're so responsible, Charlie. You're going..." Mrs. Weasley's voice faded as Draco and Ron headed upstairs.
"So, where's my wing?" Draco asked Ron.
"Your 'wing'?" Ron snorted, "You don't get your own wing...What are you smoking? You don't even get your own room."
"I do get my own pillow, don't I?" Draco asked sarcastically.
"Keep it up Malfoy, and you won't even get that." Ron said, leading Draco into a small orange bedroom with two beds.
"That's your bed." Ron said, pointing to the small pull-out in the corner of the room.
"Who's bed is that?" Draco asked, nodding towards the large bed on the other side of the room.
"Mine, of course." Ron said, as if he should have known.
"Draco shook his head. "I'm going to be sharing a room with *you*?" He asked. *Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse.*
"I'm not exactly *thrilled* about this arrangement, either." Ron informed him, "But this is the only extra space we have in the house."
"Weasley," Draco said, "You really need to get a bigger house."
"Malfoy," Ron replied, "You really need to take that stick out of your ass."
"This is where you *live*?" Draco asked, looking up at the Weasley's home.
"Yes it is." Charlie said with a smile, "Draco Malfoy, welcome to The Burrow."
"Why, this is *barbaric*!" Draco said, "Look at this place! I cannot stay here."
"Then leave..." Ginny growled. She hated it when people insulted her home.
"Ginny! Ron!" Mrs. Weasley came running out from the front door. She pulled each of her children into tight one-armed hugs. "Oh, I missed you two so much!"
"Mum," Charlie piped in, "This is Draco Malfoy."
Mrs. Weasley looked up and saw Draco. She hadn't noticed him at first. "Of course," She said, "Lucius's son."
"Yeah, Mum. D'you think it would be okay if he stayed here for a while?" Charlie asked his mother.
Mrs. Weasley smiled. "I don't see why not," She said, "Come on in dears. Let's go into the kitchen. I'll get you all some tea."
Draco followed the Weasley's up to the front door of The Burrow. *What have I gotten myself into?* He asked himself as he walked inside. He really couldn't understand how they lived this way. There were dishes piled sky high in the sink, and the furniture was old, and a bit torn up. This was the exact opposite of how Draco lived.
"Is Daddy home?" Ginny asked. Draco found this odd. He had never called his father anything but...Father. Even as a young child he had called him Father.
"No, Ginny dear, not yet." Mts. Weasley said, putting on the tea kettle, "He's over at Fred and George's shop. He should be home soon. Why don't you all sit down while I make the tea?"
Ginny, Ron, and Charlie sat down, but Draco stayed standing next to the door. "Aren't you going to sit down?" Ron asked him, "Or are you afraid you'll get contaminated?"
"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley snapped, turning around. "Draco, please sit down. Make yourself at home."
Draco unwillingly walked across the kitchen and took a seat next to Ginny. She didn't look too happy about this arrangement.
"Hey Mum," Fred Weasley said, coming through the door, "The order...came..th-" He stopped when he saw Draco sitting next to his sister and across from his brother. "Malfoy...what are you doing here?"
"Now Fred, be nice." Charlie said with a smile, "Draco's just going to be here for a few days."
"Days?" Ron and Draco asked in unison.
"I don't know what you've been thinking," Draco said, "But I was under the impression that I would be sending my father an owl and I'd be getting away from here in a few hours."
Fred sat down on the other side of Ron and asked, "Why? Are you too good to stay here with us?"
"Well...yes. What did you think?" Draco asked.
"Hello, my family!" Mr. Weasley's cheerful voice sang as he walked inside. He walked to his wife, who was now bewitching a wooden spoon to mix a very lumpy batter. "How are you, dear?"
"I'm just fine, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley said.
Ginny jumped up and ran to her father. "Daddy!" She said, hugging him, "I've missed you!"
"I've missed you, too Ginny my dear." Mr. Weasley then smiled at his son. "And Ron," He said, "You haven't gotten taller have you?"
Ron stood up. "I think I have..." He said regrettably.
Mr. Weasley then turned to Draco. "And Draco Malfoy. I had a feeling you'd be coming. I told Charlie to invite you if you were still at the train station when he arrived. Can't have left you all alone now."
"Right...Well do you have an owl? I would like to get in touch with my father. So he knows where he can come and get me." Draco said to Mr. Weasley.
"We have Errol, and Ron has Pig-"
"Pig is too small to make long trips, Dad." Ron interrupted.
"Right," continued Mr. Weasley, "So Errol will be making the trip. And it will take him quite a while to get to Romania."
"My father's in Romania?" Draco asked.
"That's what I've been told."
"What could he be doing there?"
"Well that I don't know," Mr. Weasley said, "Maybe you could ask him in your letter."
Draco nodded as Mrs. Weasley said, "Ron, why don't you take Draco upstairs? Help him to get settled in, and then take him to Errol. When you're done you can come downstairs and have some tea and cake."
Ron sighed dramatically, but he said, "Come on."
Draco stood up and followed Ron out of the kitchen. "Your things are already upstairs!" Charlie called after them.
"You're so responsible, Charlie. You're going..." Mrs. Weasley's voice faded as Draco and Ron headed upstairs.
"So, where's my wing?" Draco asked Ron.
"Your 'wing'?" Ron snorted, "You don't get your own wing...What are you smoking? You don't even get your own room."
"I do get my own pillow, don't I?" Draco asked sarcastically.
"Keep it up Malfoy, and you won't even get that." Ron said, leading Draco into a small orange bedroom with two beds.
"That's your bed." Ron said, pointing to the small pull-out in the corner of the room.
"Who's bed is that?" Draco asked, nodding towards the large bed on the other side of the room.
"Mine, of course." Ron said, as if he should have known.
"Draco shook his head. "I'm going to be sharing a room with *you*?" He asked. *Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse.*
"I'm not exactly *thrilled* about this arrangement, either." Ron informed him, "But this is the only extra space we have in the house."
"Weasley," Draco said, "You really need to get a bigger house."
"Malfoy," Ron replied, "You really need to take that stick out of your ass."