Chapter 1 (mucho thanks to Yoake-chan for beta-ing chapter 1!)

"WEASLEYS!!!!" A shrill, ear-piercing scream broke the quiet morning silence, "GET DOWN HERE AT ONCE!!!"

Four sets of footsteps pounded down the staircase of the Burrow, merging into one headache-inducing cacophony as Percy, Ron, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley raced to the bottom of the stairs. Dressed in her hand-knit cardigan and autumn-themed skirt, with her lips pursed into a thin line and both hands tucked at her waist, Mrs. Weasley glared at them menacingly.

Silently she counted heads. Only four. Her eyes narrowed.

"FRED!! GEORGE!!!" She screamed again, "DRACO!!!!!"

From a few floors up, clattering noises and the sound of bodies bumping into various things could be heard. Unintelligible voices floated from above, sounding frantic and panicky.

Mrs. Weasley turned her glare toward Arthur Weasley, who tried to smile apologetically but failed. Without a word, the furious woman stomped up the stairs.

Percy blinked. Ron sighed, shaking his head with an I-told-you-so frown. Ginny merely looked at her mother's disappearing figure and giggled.

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As the female-dictator of the Burrow made her way upstairs, the faint voices slowly took substance. Fred and George's voices were louder and slightly nervous while the owner of a smoother lighter voice was having a panic attack.

"Quick, put this on," George's slightly muffled voice made its way to Mrs. Weasley, accompanied by the rustling of paper.

"No! Do you really think Mum wouldn't notice?" The younger voice was edgy with fear. "She'd rip it right off!"

There was a sudden clatter as various objects were knocked over, and George's voice could be heard whispering urgently. "Mum's coming! Quick! Closet!"

A rustling of objects haphazardly moved, a hinge creaking, a slamming of wooden door, and a raging mad Mrs. Weasley busting open the door to Fred and George's room.

The room was in a state of disarray. Clothes of all occasions were scattered on the two beds lining the wall. Two gigantic suitcases, one lying on the floor and the other leaning against the closet door on the far corner, were slightly open and half packed. Fred and George stood on either side of the wardrobe, beaming sunshine at their mother.

Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes skeptically. "Where's Draco?"

"Well," Fred started.

She tapped her foot impatiently. "Don't even try to lie Fred Weasley, I know he's here, I heard his voice!" She glared at the twins then at the closet door. "Draco! I know you're in there! Come out at once!"

One stride, two strides and she was at the door, pulling on the suitcase with one hand and opening the door with the other. Immediately Fred and George reached for her arms, shouting one after the other.

"No, Mum! You can't open it!"

"He's not decent!"

"He doesn't even have pants on!" ("What?!" from within the closet.)

"We were playing with that muggle toy Dad brought home—"

"—that water bun thing—" ("Water gun!" said the closet.)

"—and it splashed Draco by accident—"

"—so he had to strip and now he's naked in the closet!"

Mrs. Weasley stood back and glared. True enough, there were puddles of water on the floor, and Draco's sky blue jumper was soaked and lying in a lump on the floor. She humphed. "Well, fine. But if you three ruffians don't get your bottoms downstairs and your things in the car in five minutes, then you can catch the Hogwarts Express next year!" She whirled around and stomped downstairs.

There was a tense moment of silence, then the twins sighed and sat down on their respective beds.

A grin slowly crept onto Fred's face and a chuckle escaped George. "Ickle Drakkie-poo, you can come out now."

The closet door creaked open and a pair of angry gray eyes glared out at them. The twins burst out laughing.

"It's all your fault," Draco muttered between his teeth.

"No it's not." George replied, earning him a glare from his little brother.

"You're the one that agreed to try it." Fred added.

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Five minutes later and the Weasley twins were properly packed and down stairs. Percy, Ron, and Ginny were idly eating breakfast.

No Draco.

"Where is that boy?" Mrs. Weasley let out a frustrated groan. "Draco's usually the nice and obedient one! What in Merlin's name happened to him?"

Ginny giggled and Fred grinned. "Nothing happened to him, Mum, I guess he just finally decided to become one of us!" All the Weasley kids laughed except Percy, who gave a disapproving look.

"But Mum, you don't need to worry about missing the train because of him," George piped up, "we've got his stuff here." He pointed to a third suitcase standing by the stairs.

Mrs. Weasley sighed. She collected the dishes and magicked them to wash themselves before ushering the children outside. Mr. Weasley was already starting the car.

"Alright children," their mother said, "Hurry and put your things in. We're running a little late already." Then she sighed again, putting one hand on her face and muttering to herself, "That Draco... he's probably nervous. He is adopted after all... and all that blond hair just stands out in a crowd of red..."

Suddenly a figure brushed past her and out the door, with just a hint of panic in his steps. The boy's hair was of a normal cut, framing his face perfectly and with just enough bangs to enhance his features. But the odd thing was that, well.

It was pink.

Okay, perhaps not entirely pink. It was a multitude of colors ranging from hot pink to flaming red, with occasional patches of natural blond thrown in.

Mrs. Weasley stared for a moment, her brain temporarily on vacation. Then the color drained out of her face, her eyes widening to the size of saucers.

"OH MY GOD!!!!! DRACO!!!!!!!"

...tbc!