I must have fallen asleep, because the next time I opened my eyes the door opened and the twins came inside.
I sat up and straightened my robes a little as I looked at the two boys.
George came up to me first and looked at me with a smile.
"So, had a good rest?"
I nodded just as Fred too came up with a smile on his face also.
We sat there in the sofa for a little while, talking about this and that.
They were very nice to me these two handsome young men.
Just as we were talking about Quidditch, Fred got up in a hurry.
"Oi, where are you going?" George asked with a raised eyebrow,
Fred laughed a little.
"Well, I just remembered I promised to take Angelina out to dinner tonight, so I have to hurry so I won't make her wait for me for too long"
George winked at him and I smiled. So now I knew that Fred at least was off the market.
"So Draco, fancy some supper?" George asked as he got up and made his way to the kitchen.
I nodded and followed him. I knew hardly anything about cooking. When I lived at the manor the elves always did all of that and since I moved out I had taken a habit of going out to eat all my meals.
"So, you cook your food yourself?" I asked with almost a hint of my old sarcasm in my voice.
George looked at me a little strange but with a smile.
"Well yes I do, it is actually really fun to cook. Do you mean to tell me you've never cooked yourself?"
I shook my head and gazed at him with my cold silver eyes.
He just smiled and shrugged and started to cook and telling me all the time what he did.
I hardly heard what he said as I was so busy just savouring the beautiful man in front of me.
I noticed the constant smile on his face, the glow in his eyes. How his hair shone in the light from the window above the sink. His toned body under his tight clothes.
Merlin this man was beautiful.
My knees felt a little weak now so I sat down at the table and fiddled a little with my robes, but I never broke my gaze from George.
Good thing he was to wrapped up in his cooking to notice me looking at him with eyes that most surely showed lust.
The food was amazing, George sure was a great cook. During our meal we talked openly about school memories, sports and the jokeshop. I even laughed and that felt really good after all the bad stuff that had happened over the last year.
By desert he looked me in the eyes with a smirk. It made me feel a little uneasy.
"I have a question about something I heard from Lee Jordan, who heard it from a Slytherin in a year under you...." He made a pause and I almost held my breath.
"Is there anything to the rumour that you fancy boys over girls?"
I let out my breath and felt me cheeks go warm. I couldn't look him in the eyes so I looked at his shoes and nodded a little.
"Yes.....it is true..."
There was a silence for a few seconds and I wanted to stand up and run away, but I didn't.
Finally he spoke.
"Draco, you don't have to feel ashamed of it." With that he got up and waved his wand and said a spell. Now the dishes were doing themselves.
He took out two butterbeers from the cupboard and led me to the sofa once again.
We sat there in silence, sipping on our butterbeers, gazing into the flames in the fireplace for a long time.
Suddenly I heard a pop just outside the door and then a knock.
George opened the door and to my dismay, Ron, a person I did not very much fancy to meet right now entered the apartment, giving his brother a hug.
I put down my butterbeer and sat up as straight as I could and let my face go as blank as I could. I had no intentions of showing to much weakness around Ron.
Just as they finished the hug Ron looked my way and his mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide and dark.
"What the bloody hell is HE doing here?!" he said in almost a yell.
George put his arms on his brothers shoulders as if to calm him down.
"Now Ron, don't get all worked up about this. Draco is not the same boy you once knew in school. He has been through a lot and we are helping him hide from his father and the rest of the deatheaters."
Ron blinked a little and seemed to relax just slightly, but I could see that he had his fists so tight that his knuckles were white.
I swallowed and stood up to face Ron.
George stepped aside and let me and Ron stand in the middle of the room, face to face.
"Malfoy, is this true...or is this some sick twisted game of yours?" Ron said with a cold voice.
I sneered at him and took a step closer.
"Be careful with what you say Weasel!"
He just pursed his lips at me and gave me a look that sent lightning flashes my way.
"As it is, what your brother said is true. My father came back and was very angry with me for dumping Pansy and not acting the way he wanted me to. He wanted me to join the deatheaters but I refused to do so. That's when he beat the crap out of me and left me bleeding on the floor. Your brother here helped me, he healed me and now he took me into his home. So I would expect you to at least treat me with some respect, as I am trying my best to show some to you."
It took a lot of willpower for me to say what I just said to one of my biggest enemies from school. But I felt very proud of myself for being the bigger man here and offering the olive branch.
Ron seemed almost dumbstruck at what I said, he stood there with wide eyes and an open mouth for a long time before he finally said something back.
"Ok ...Draco....If you really did refuse to cross over to the dark side there must be some sense in that brain of yours, and if you will treat me proper than I will try my best to do the same to you. But you should know that this won't be easy for me."
I nodded and went and sat down in the sofa again, picking up my butterbeer.
Ron sighed a little and went and sat on a chair in front of us.
"So Ron, what brings you here this evening then?" George asked as he waved his wand and muttered "accio butterbeer".
A bottle came zooming from the kitchen and landing in front of Ron, who picked it up.
"Well, mum sent me. She wants to invite you to dinner tomorrow. Hermione is coming also and Harry will be there since he is now staying with us."
George smiled.
"Yes I am very well aware that he is." He said with a wink.
"We will gladly come for dinner, sounds great. I am always up for mums good home cooking. But can you inform her that we will bring a guest also" he nodded in my direction as he said this.
Ron pursed his lips a little and looked at me with angry eyes. But I could see that he was struggling to come to terms with me being a houseguest here.
"Ok, I will inform her." He then drank the whole butterbeer fast and stood up, nodded to his brother, ignored me and disappareted.
In the silence that followed I began to dwell on the same old thoughts that I used to have in school.
Mingle with the dirt poor Weasley family, bloody Potter and that mudblood.
It didn't sound like an ideal evening for my taste.
But then again, George would be there, and I did just promise Ron I would try to treat him with some respect due to my current situation.
I sighed as I knew that I had no choice but to go to this dinner with the twins, and I would try my best to be civil with the family and with Potter...and....Granger.
I shrugged at the thought.
George opened two new butterbeers for us and handed me one with an odd look in his eye.
"Um, I hope you will be able to be respectful to my family tomorrow. I know your past, and as much as I have seen you have changes now, I am still a bit worried about you, in the same house as the people you could never get along with in school..."
Surely he was not stupid this particular Weasley. He had obviously seen the look in my eyes as I was dwelling on tomorrow.
I put down my butterbeer and took a deep breath before looking him straight in the eye, with as stern a face as I could possibly make.
"I am not going to lie to you and say that everything will go smoothly tomorrow. But I am however prepared to say that I will do my best to control what I say and do around your family."
He nodded and sat back with a sigh.
Just as we had finished our butterbeers the door opened and Fred came in with a huge smile on his face and an odd light in his eyes.
George hurried up to his brother.
"Well, how did it go??"
Fred blushed a little, but still with that huge grin on his face.
I couldn't help but smile a little myself from looking at the happiness in his face, and the eagerness to know about his brothers night, in George's face.
"I asked her, and she said yes. She started crying even, she knocked over our drinks as she flung herself over the table to kiss me..." Fred said with tears of joy in his eyes.
George hugged his brother tightly and laughed and looked so happy for him that it warmed my otherwise so cold heart.
"This is wonderful! I can't believe you are getting married bro!" he said and dragged Fred over to the sofa and sat him down next to me.
"Did you hear that Draco, Fred here will be a married man soon. Angelina just said yes to him!" I could see tears of joy in George's eyes, just as in Fred's.
I smiled and nodded.
"Congratulations Fred." I said as I shook his hand.
A/N : To be continued. Please let me know what you think of it so far. Thanks. hugz