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Chapter 4

At a few minutes after 8 Draco found himself standing in a very shabby neighborhood with his mother and Professor Dumbledore. Dumbledore said, "Here we are, headquarters. Now look straight ahead and focus on Number 12 Grimmauld Place."

Draco glanced up and saw numbers 11 and 13. "Where is number 12?" Suddenly another house started squeezing itself into view between 11 and 13. "Whoa," Draco exclaimed. He looked at Dumbledore who had a twinkle in his eye.

They walked up on the porch and knocked on the door. It had a serpent doorknocker. A red haired woman that Draco immediately recognized as Mrs. Weasley flung the door open. "Come in, Come in," she said in a hushed tone. "We are just getting ready to start the meeting. Draco, can I show you upstairs to where you'll be sleeping?"

He nodded but didn't say anything. On the way to the stairs he looked around a bit and noticed how shabby the carpet was. He smirked to himself when he thought of what his dad would say about where he was now. At the top of the stairs, he heard voices and suddenly got very nervous.

"Don't worry, Draco. It's just Ron & Ginny. I've already explained everything to them."

Uh, thank you, Ma'am" Draco replied. He still was feeling nervous.

"Ron, Ginny we have a guest and I KNOW you will do your best to make him feel welcome, won't you?"

Nobody spoke for a minute, and then Ginny replied "Of course I will, Mom." She got up and opened the door. Draco had never noticed how green her eyes were. "Come on in, Malfoy. We may as well get some things discussed."

Draco didn't move for a second. He just looked at her with a look of awe on his face. What's wrong with me, she's a Weasley after all. Yes, but she's a very cute Weasley and she fills out that shirt quite nicely. Get a grip on yourself! He walked into the room and took a seat, glancing uncomfortably from Ron to Ginny and back again. He did notice Ginny's hair as well. It looks like spun copper the way the light dances off of it. He shook his head slightly. Ron however, noticed.

"Well, Malfoy. I'm sorry about your dad."

"I'm not, "Draco replied.

"What? What do you mean? I thought you were his good little Death Eater Jr."

"Damn you, Weasley! I'm not like him! I never wanted to be like him! He forced me to be the way I was and now that he's gone the least you can do is never mention that murdering git to me again!" Draco sat back down. He didn't remember standing up, but no matter.

"Oh, right. Anyway, just so you know, Harry and Hermione will be here in a few days. I suppose that's ok with you? And just so that you know, just because you and your mum will be staying here, doesn't mean I have to like it. And don't let me catch you looking at Ginny like that again!"

Ginny glanced at Draco and turned a little pink. "Look at me like what, Ron?" Ginny asked with a grin.

"Like you're a girl!"

"Ronald Weasley, in case you are too thick to notice, I AM A GIRL!" Ginny was turning red with anger now. Her face nearly matched her hair and Draco thought she looked quite attractive when she was angry.

Draco started laughing, which was a mistake. Both Weasleys turned on him at once and said simultaneously "What is so damn funny, Malfoy?" Now Ron was just as angry as Ginny. He however didn't look attractive at all, thought Draco with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I just never had a sister so I don't get the whole big brother thing. I wish I had one though. That way my dad could have had someone else to try and bully. And anyway, Weasley, your sister is hot!"

Oh no! Did I just say that? I told Weasley that his sister's hot? Where did that come from? Shoot, she is though.

"Ginny get out of here. I need to uh, have a little talk with Malfoy. NOW."

"Ok, I'll go but don't think I won't use the extendable ears. Fred gave me a pair for my birthday." Ginny left the room and shut the door behind her. Ron waited until he heard her footsteps on the stairs. Then he turned on Malfoy.

"Where do you get off saying that my sister is hot? You better never look at her like that again, understand? Harry has dibs on Ginny and she's been mental over him for 5 years. If you think that an ugly git like you is going to get near her, you've got another thing coming!" Draco could tell that Ron was just getting started so he tried to cut him off when he stopped for breath.

"Look, mate, I know I've been the world's biggest prat, but things have changed. I even got resorted" Draco told him.

"You got resorted? Into which house? OH no!" realization suddenly crossed his face. "Not Gryffindor?"

"Yup. Plus, Dumbledore thinks that Crabbe, Goyle, and the others may have it out for me now. He thinks they may try and take revenge since I'm ...not like them. I don't want to be a Death Eater and I never did. I was scared of my dad and didn't know what he'd do to my mum if I disgraced him. And, after all anything less than killing muggles would have been a disgrace to him."

"Whoa. I need a moment to process this. Malfoy is in Gryffindor and he doesn't want to kill muggles and his friends may want to hurt him." Ron scratched his head, obviously thinking. "Ok. I'll try not to curse you if you try to behave yourself."

"Behave myself? What do you think I'm going to do, curse your mum? I just told you that I'm not who you thought I was. I think we better try and get along especially before your friends get here."

"Oh yeah, Bloody hell! What's Harry going to say? I better send him an owl and warn him. But what do I say? "You'll never guess who our new houseguest is. Oh and he's going to be sharing our dorm as well. Give you 3 guesses." Yeah, he'll take that really well." Ron sniggered. "I guess we ought to try and get some rest. You can take that bed, for now. Jeez, this is really weird, I'm sharing a room with Malfoy."

"It wasn't on my to do list today either, you know," Draco responded. "By the way, what in the world are extendable ears?"

Ron explained all about them as they got ready for bed.