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Chapter Five

"How do I look?" Draco held out his arms and turned around slowly. Ron drew a quick intake of breath—he couldn't stop smiling. Draco looked hot.

"Good," Ron managed to choke out. Draco stopped turning, lowered his arms, and smiled. He had his hair neatly parted in the middle and combed so that it tucked behind his ears, a conservative look that only Draco could make appear sexy. He wore dark green dress robes and a green and silver striped tie. Ron smirked.

"Technically though, if I may point out, you're not really a Slytherin anymore," he commented. Draco snorted.

"I'll change my tie."

"Good idea."

As Draco changed into a light blue tie, he watched as Ron fussed over his hair in the mirror, trying to comb down a cowlick.

"Damn, I wish I was a metamorphmagus…" he mumbled.

"Just tie it back," Draco said.

"Bother…you do it."

"I don't know how, I've never had my hair that long."

Ron groaned, frowning at himself in the mirror.

"You look fine," said Draco. "I'm the one who has to make a good first impression, remember?"

Ron glanced at the clock.

"Oh no! It's 6:52! We have to hurry!" Ron grabbed Draco's hand and they apparated together. Draco closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were standing outside the Burrow. Wow, Draco thought. The Burrow was located on a farm, in a small rural area a few miles away from the city. The first thing he noticed was how big yet cozy the house looked, the light from inside casting a warm glow on the front lawn. There was a small garden, with carrots and such, and the grass was high around their ankles. It shortened as they walked up the front walk and the couple turned to each other, grinning nervously.

Ron rang the doorbell.

"Oh, someone's here!" an anxious voice, a woman's voice, crowed from inside. Draco took a deep breath and a plump redheaded woman wearing a long flowery dress opened the door.

"Ron, dear!" she said, reaching up and kissing Ron on the cheek before shooing the pair inside.

"Hey mum, you remember Draco Malfoy," Ron said, glancing back at Draco. "My boyfriend."

Mrs. Weasley looked Draco up and down, trying to smile, but Draco could tell that it was hard; Malfoy and Weasley were never two surnames thrown together nicely. But Draco leaned down and gave Ron's mother a hug.

"It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Weasley," he said.

"Oh!" she blushed, surprised at his embrace. She pulled away to close the front door. "Call me Molly. You are a handsome boy." She smiled now, genuinely. "Come on, come on, I want you to meet the rest of the family…"

"Good move," Ron whispered. Draco just winked at him and followed Molly into the dining room.

"Hey Draco," Harry stood up and handed Draco a glass of wine. "I'm glad you could make it this time."

'Nice to see you, Harry," Draco said, taking a sip of his drink.

A tall redheaded man with streaks of gray waltzed into the kitchen, stopping short when he saw Draco. Draco walked over to him and held out a hand.

"Draco Malfoy, sir. It's nice to see you again."

Arthur Weasley took the hand hesitantly.

"Likewise Draco, likewise…" Arthur said. "I'm sorry…you just…"

"I look just like my father?" Draco answered for him.

"Well…yes…I'm sorry…"

"Hosh posh!" Molly exclaimed, taking Draco's hand and pulling him back over to the table. "He's much better looking and polite than Lucius, no offense Draco, dear…now, you remember Ginny…"

"Of course I do," said Draco. Ginny eyed him curiously, standing up and taking Draco's hand. She's grown up, Draco thought. Ginny had waist-length curly strawberry blonde hair, a lighter shade than she had worn at Hogwarts, and she was at least 5'9 now, as height apparently ran in the family.

"I'll talk to you later," Ginny whispered, withdrawing her hand and smirking slightly.

"About what?" Draco laughed. But before she could answer, Molly stepped in again.

"Draco, these are my three eldest sons: Bill, Charlie, and Percy."

"I know Percy," Draco said, shaking his hand. Percy's beady eyes narrowed at Draco and Draco let go, diverting his attention to one of Ron's less creepy brothers. Charlie had short kinky red hair and a soul patch. When he smiled he had cute little dimples and his eyes crinkled at the corners.

"It's a delight to meet you, Draco," he said, his handshake firm. Bill cut in and took Draco's hand.

"Likewise, it's a pleasure," Bill said. He had deep red hair that fell nearly as long as Ginny's and he kept it tied back in a long ponytail.

"Molly!" a voice called from the kitchen. "'Veel you come help me in 'ze keetchin!"

Molly rolled her eyes and excused herself.

"Fleur's here?" Ron said, wide-eyed. "Excuse me…" and with that, he walked past everyone and went into the kitchen with Molly.

"Fleur's my wife," Bill explained, and just as he did so, a marvelous young woman with silvery blonde hair and blue eyes came gliding into the dining room, holding a hot plate of goodies, Molly following with her own plate and Ron staring googly-eyed at Fleur.

"Oh! You must 've Draco!" Fleur set down her plate and kissed Draco on the lips. "Ron 'az told me all about you, just now, in 'zee keetchin! But Ron, you deed not tell me zat Draco eez 'alf Veela like me!"

"I'm not," Draco said.

"Oh, 'zen you are naturally beautiful!"

Draco smiled just as another girl came out of the kitchen—she had long brown hair and hazel eyes.

"Hey Draco, I didn't know you were coming." It was Hermione, who set her plate down and gave Draco a half-hearted hug. Hermione supported Ron's decision to date Draco, but he figured she still felt uncomfortable around him, what with all the former "mudblood" bantering. Hermione worked as a House Elf Rights Activist and part time Arithmancy Professor at Hogwarts.

Molly sighed. "Well, I guess that's everyone. We'd better sit down before the food gets cold. I just wish…I could have sworn that…"

Arthur put an arm around his wife. "Maybe next year Molly. You never know with those two…"

All of a sudden, a loud Crack! made everyone jump and two identical ginger-haired boys appeared in the middle of the dining room. The room burst in commotion as Ginny and Molly came rushing over to hug Fred and George Weasley.

"Hey!" They said in unison.

"Oh, you two gave me a fright! I didn't think you'd come!" Molly said, wiping little tears of joy from her eyes.

"We told you we would, mum!" One of them said.

Jesus, Draco thought, how the hell do they tell them apart? The Weasley twins wore matching red and white striped sweaters with khaki pants, their hair parted the same; they favored their siblings, but a little something extra special twinkled in their eyes, especially the one on the right…

Suddenly, Draco remembered his last encounter with Fred Weasley during his fifth year, when he had gotten the crap beaten out of him after a Quidditch match…

The one on the right let his eyes fall on Draco and kept them there, and Draco wondered if he was thinking the same thing. Self conscious for the first time in a long while, Draco said short hellos to Fred and George before sitting down to eat.

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The family couldn't stop talking about how happy they were that the twins had decided to attend the dinner. Fred noticed that Percy kept shooting them evil glances; apparently, he had not received as warm a welcome when he began to attend dinners. They were thrown the usual questions:

"How's the shop?"

"Dating anyone?"

"Honestly you two, when are you going to cut your hair?"

Fred smirked and shoved a forkful of potatoes in his mouth. He dropped his grin when he looked across the table and saw that Draco was staring at him. The blonde blushed and looked down at his plate of food. Fred couldn't help but smirk again. It was strange that Draco was dining with the same people that he used to throw relentless insults at. He did look different, Fred thought. He no longer wore his hair slicked back, and he had a softer look in his eyes. Yet he looks stronger somehow, Fred thought, more mature.

"Fred!" Ginny yelled.

"Yeah?"

"I've been calling your name for two minutes! Pass the corn!"

Fred sat up and passed the corn, but not before shooting Draco another glance, who was looking at him again. Draco smiled, and Fred smiled back.

"So Malfoy," Fred said.

"It's Draco!" Ron snarled.

"Sorry, old habits die hard. So, Draco…now see, that's just weird."

"Call me Malfoy," Draco said, his gray eyes looking steadily at Fred's now.

"What do you do at the Ministry, Malfoy?" Fred asked. Draco leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.

"Top secret," he said.

"Draco doe…important…Auror-type…work," Ron said slowly.

"Impressive," Arthur said, smiling warmly at Draco.
"Thank you, sir."

"You know, I found the strangest Muggle toy today…" Arthur began to say. Fred zoned out; he didn't mean to, but he was transfixed by the neck muscles of Draco as he swallowed, the pale angelic face, the slight smirk that played on his soft, pink lips…

"JESUS FRED, ARE YOU DEAF!" Ginny yelled.

"Huh?"

"Nevermind," Ginny said exasperatedly, reaching over and grabbing the salt. Fred shrugged and cleaned his plate. He hadn't had a good meal in a while.

"Are you all staying the night?" Molly asked as she cleared the dishes. Hermione, Harry and Ginny had to go home, but the rest opted to stay.

"Jesus, is there enough room for ten people?" Percy asked.

"There always was before. Well, nine at least," Arthur said.

Fleur and Bill helped Molly set out blankets for the living room. Fleur and Bill stayed in the room that Bill, Charlie, and Percy used to share, Charlie and Percy stayed in Ron and Ginny's old room, Fred and George in their own room, and Draco and Ron volunteered to sleep in the living room. Draco thanked them for setting up their bed and Fred watched the whimsical blonde step outside. Fred, curious, slipped out of the conversation he was having with Charlie and Bill about dragon transportation and followed Draco outside. He was standing on the front walk, smoking a cigarette. He turned to look at Fred, who grinned and shoved his hands in his pockets, staring up into the night sky.

"Want one?" Draco offered, holding out his pack.

"No thanks," Fred said, "I'm more of a drinker."

"Should've known that," Draco said, placing the cigarettes back into his pocket.

"So. You and Ron," Fred said. "Strange."

Draco shot him a look.

"Come on. You have to admit that it was unexpected."

Draco shrugged and looked away. He blew a dragon of smoke from between his lips and it turned to growl at Fred.

"Neat party trick," Fred grinned.

The front door opened and Ron stepped out.

"Hey, uh, when you two are ready to come in, Fleur made dessert," he said, his eyes looking anxious and excited. Fred stepped inside with his brother. Hermione and the others were right about Draco, he supposed. He wasn't nice, but he wasn't necessarily unpleasant. And he had a sort of ethereal appearance that Fred usually liked in girls, he realized. But Draco was definitely not a girl. He was a boy—no, a man, and a gay one at that. Still, he couldn't shake the strange attraction that he had initially felt when he laid eyes on Draco Malfoy this evening.

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Pansy wouldn't meet Narcissa until next week, when she and the rest of the Righteous, plus Harry and Ron, would go to her living quarters and barrage her with questions about the whereabouts of Bellatrix Lestrange. She sat in her living room with a glass of wine in one hand. She could be fucking Draco right now, she thought. Draco wasn't the only man Pansy had slept with, but he was certainly the only man she never grew tired of. There are Blaise, in her fifth year, when she and Draco had had an argument over who got to be the head of the Inquisitorial Squad, but a few boring screws with Blaise had sent her crawling back to Draco. Draco was just…

What was he? He wasn't a gentle lover, Pansy knew. Plenty of times she came out of bed with him and she looked like she had come out of a gruesome battle, blood dripping from bites in her neck and scratches on her arms. She even had a scar on her inner thigh from his teeth marks. And he definitely wasn't quick. Draco would do her for as long as he wanted, and then he would do her some more, ensuring that she reached her orgasm. This wasn't out of consideration though, she knew, it was because he wanted her to know he was the best.

Well, sitting alone on the couch drinking her wine and watching the fire spark, she knew it now. And she wished she could apparate to wherever he was, whoever he was with, and have him one more time. She liked to tell herself that she was seducing Draco because she wanted him on her and Bellatrix's side, but she knew in her heart that it was because she missed him, and she wanted him back.

And she would do whatever it took.