A/N: Hey, y'all! Have some PercyDraco fluff to hold you over. :)

Word Count: 378

Enjoy!

It shouldn't be such a monumental thing, Draco thinks, but it is.

Molly Weasley—the entire Weasley clan, actually—is watching him with nervous eyes. The matriarch's hands are clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles white. Draco understands her nerves, but he wishes he could find the strength to tell her that her fear is for naught.

He glances at his fiancé. Percy's blue eyes are full of surprise, but he's obviously relieved; Draco is too. The wool of the jumper, green with a silver D in the middle, warms his cold hands. He's touched by Molly's gesture. He knows how sacred the Weasley Christmas jumpers are, and he's been gifted one.

He clears his throat, failing to find the words he needs to express just how much her acceptance means to him. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, then eventually settles on a very hoarse, "Thank you."

The nervous tension completely drains from Molly's shoulders. She beams at him, her round face flushed with unadulterated joy—there are few things Molly Weasley enjoys more, Draco quickly realized, than being surrounded by her family.

"You're very welcome, dear." She flaps her hands at him and the jumper he's still numbly holding. "Go ahead! Try it on! I do hope I got the size right, Percy said he wasn't sure…" She sends a half-hearted glare at her son, who only smiles sheepishly at her.

With a quick nod, Draco pulls the jumper over his head. Its heat immediately encompasses him, and it's a comforting feeling. He feels safe. Secure.

Percy's fingers lace through his own, and Draco glances towards him. He feels loved, he realizes, and not just by Percy. There is a whole family of people willing to welcome him into their fold, and for a moment, Draco lets that feeling wash over him. Belonging.

He tucks himself against Percy and clears his throat. "It's a perfect fit, Mrs. Weasley," he tells her.

"Oh, goodness, dear. Call me Molly."

And with that, the last of the cold fingers wrapped around his heart just melt away. The chill of a mostly loveless childhood warms in the presence of the people who would become his new family.

Percy tucks Draco under his arm, and Draco knows he's found security.