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A/N: One more chapter left after this, guys! Let me know if you want a sequel

One Week

Chapter Six

Ron was covered in sweat, fangs protruding out of his mouth. He couldn't retract them no matter how hard he tried.

His whole family was there, staring at him in both shame and disappointment. "Told you he'd never amount to anything," Percy said smugly to his parents.

"Aw, that's not fair Perce," Fred said. Ron looked on with hope. Could his brother finally be accepting him?

"Yeah, he makes a great attraction for our shop. Isn't that right, Ronnie old boy?" George finished, and all of Ron's hope diminished like an outed candle.

Oh no. He wasn't even standing with his family- he was in a cage! He rattled the bars, trying to escape, but his yells and screams were to no avail. Everyone was laughing and pointing at him. There was no way out.

"Ron!" Harry yelled, waking the redhead from his terrifying slumber.

Ron jumped up, drenched in sweat. "What? What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, disoriented from his nightmare.

"I'm fine; it's you I'm worried about. You were screaming in your sleep. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." Ron squirmed under Harry's knowing gaze. "Stop looking at me like that. What time is it anyway?"

"About ten. What were you even yelling about?"

Ron rubbed the sleep from his tired eyes, avoiding Harry's gaze. "Don't worry about it." The redhead kissed Harry on the forehead gently. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine." The green-eyed teenager decided not to tell Ron about his encounter with Draco the night before. "I was wondering if you would like to go for a walk today."

"Not in this place," Ron said disgustedly.

Harry heaved a sigh. "You will have to get used to this at some point or another. It's pointless to not try."

"Harry, you just don't understand."

"Is it the whole change of perspective thing? Because I'm still getting used to that too-"

"No, it hardly has anything to do with that."

Harry's face contorted in though. "Is it fear of having too much power so soon? No, that can't be it…"

Ron decided to cut him off before he came up with more ridiculous reasons. "Harry, it's a bit more difficult for me to deal with this because I have a family." Harry looked a little hurt by Ron's blunt statement. "Don't look at me like that; you know I don't mean anything by it.

"It's just- you grew up without any brothers or sisters or even proper guardians. You don't know what it's like to live under your brothers' shadows. And now that this is happening, who knows what my family will say?" Ron let out a cold, bitter laugh. "The Weasley's youngest son, a vampire, off to marry the famous Harry Potter as well as the equally infamous Draco Malfoy. God, my mother is going to have a heart attack, especially right after I outed myself when Percy did." Ron put his head in his hands.

Harry wrapped his arms around Ron and kissed his cheek tenderly. "It's going to be alright. They accept Sirius and Remus, what makes their son any different? You'll still be the same Ron. Hell, you can even keep it a secret from them; even the part about Draco."

"How would I possibly be able to conceal Riddle when I know he'll want to come home with us and, try as I might, I can't say 'no' to him; just like I can't say 'no' to you."

Harry smiled wryly. "Scary isn't it? I never thought that my heart could be big enough for more than one person, but it seems to be growing more and more each day. A bit Stockholm Syndrome like if you ask me."

"A bit what?"

Harry laughed. "Never mind, Ron. The fact of the matter is that your family is one of the kindest, most forgiving and loving groups of people that I have ever met, and no matter what happens they will always love you.

"So what if Draco comes home with us? We'll pass him off as a friend at first and see where it goes from there. It's going to be fine."

Ron sighed and grinned at Harry. "Why do you always have to be so right?"

"Because, Ronald my dear, you seem to always be wrong."

Ron smacked Harry with a pillow. "Prat."

"You know it!" Harry laughed and the two of them kissed, feeling much better about what was in store for them.