Author's Notes: Sorry people for taking so long!!! > college is a mess of busy work and I finally got off my ass to continue it ;;; I thank AALLLL of you who had the patience to wait this long (assuming some people um, are still interested... -.-;;;; sorry!) and I will be working more on this!!! The end is coming! I swear!!

XD thanks again!!!!

(sorry if people are out of character -.-;;; I was trying to hurry....)

Chapter 9

The hubbub dissolved by the time breakfast ended. With Harry in tow, Draco worked his way through the crowd toward his brothers. Some third years sneered at him, most second years glared, and all the first years stared.

Draco didn't notice a thing.

He did, however, notice when Ron blocked his way, red hair puffed out like a mane. "Mum cried," he hissed, "Percy told me. She's writing a Mourner."

Surprise flitted across Draco's face and was gone instantly as his expression hardened. "Don't side with Percy, Ron, don't fall that low."

The redhead scrunched up his brows, then shoved past Draco's shoulder. "Get out of my way, Slytherin."

Harry felt his anger rise. He opened his mouth to say something nasty when he caught the look on Draco's face as Ron walked away. He closed his mouth again. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him and upon turning, found himself face to face with the infamous Weasley twins.

"Hey there, Harry," one of them greeted. Harry nodded back.

"What'd he say?" the other asked Draco, who was still staring after Ron's disappearing figure.

"He said Mum's writing a mourner." Desperate grey eyes turned to the twins, "she's not, is she?"

They turned to each other, then back, and shrugged simultaneously. "Percy's got our only source of communication," they rolled their eyes, "who knows what he's telling her."

"If she's writing one, it's probably because he told her to."

Draco didn't look convinced.

"Enough of this sad business, little bro," one of them said, turning to Harry, "why don't you introduce your friend here."

The blonde rolled his eyes. "Don't be stupid, you know Harry. Everyone knows Harry." ("Hey!" said the boy in question.)

His brothers raised identical eyebrows and crossed their arms in concentration.

"Harry Who? I don't believe I know a Harry here."

"Unless you're talking about that third year Ravenclaw, What's his name?"

"Harry Priggs, I believe."

"But you can't be talking about him."

"Because he's a chubby chap with light brown hair, --"

"-- no glasses, --"

"-- and you don't know any third years."

"So who is this Harry you speak of?"

They both leaned forward expectantly.

"Wha," was the only thing Harry could think of to say.

Draco only laughed, "Fine, fine." He gestured with a wave of his hand, "Fred, George, this is Harry Potter. Harry, these are my loony brothers."

Harry grinned and shook their hands.

"Wow, we shook the hands of Harry Potter," Fred-or-George sighed.

"I shan't wash my hands no more," said the other.

Draco rolled his eyes and Harry blushed.

They talked absently of classes and how the first years were adjusting. They talked of the differences in the houses. Mischievous smiles crept onto the twins' faces.

"Do you know what this means, Fred?" George asked.

"I believe I do, George," Fred answered.

They cackled together. Harry blinked with confusion.

"I'm guessing," Draco chipped in, "that you're going to use us to get to the Slytherins?" He crossed his arms and pretended to be insulted, "are you telling me to be disloyal to my house?"

"No, no," Fred waved his hands in front of him, "not disloyal."

"It's more of a favor."

"For your brothers."

"Blood is thicker than water, and all that." They grinned.

Draco grinned back. Then he remembered something. "The Knickers Crackers have my tested approval. Great idea, Fred."

The redhead bowed. "Food is my specialty."

"Oh, and I have something to tell you two." He put an arm around Harry's shoulder, "I've decided to initiate Harry into our group. Is that alright with you guys?"

They pursed their lips and stared at Harry. The boy shrank a little under their scrutiny. Draco gave his shoulder a squeeze.

"Well?" asked the blonde.

"The Co-presidents must now hold a conference, --"

"-- please stand by."

"Co-presidents?" Draco started, "since when--"

"Shhh!!"

With that, they turned their backs to the first-years and put their heads together. A constant whispering could be heard, where one twin breathed during the other's talk and the stream of words was never broken or stopped. After a moment they turned around again.

"Ahem," George started.

"We regret to inform you that your application has been rejected."

Harry visibly slumped.

"What??" Draco screamed. "Why??"

"Tsk tsk, no interrupting."

"Come come, Harry, you haven't heard the end yet."

"You see, there is one major flaw in your application to become a member of Weasley's Weasels."

"You are not a Weasley."

"We are really sorry, but those are the rules."

"HOWEVER!!!" Fred glared at Draco before he could interject, "we have decided to make an exception for you."

"Seeing how you are a very special friend of our third member."

"Therefore, you are now, the one and only--"

They grinned at each other, then at Draco, and finally said together:

"Honorary Weasel."

Needless to say, the grins Draco and Harry shot at them were brighter than the sun.

...tbc!