I'm going to Crucio him, Draco thought as he stood in the Weasley's kitchen. It was oddly quiet and they were all staring at him questioningly. It was nothing like being at the Manor. The Burrow was... homely, welcoming (save for the gingers that were staring at him like he was a kneazle in a Muggle store). Feeling more than a bit awkward, Draco took a deep breath and put on the most charming Malfoy smile he could muster.

"Well, good evening everyone."

Harry took a deep breath and tried not to think about what Draco would do to him once he got home. He shook his arms a bit, smiled slightly and rapped lightly on the door of the Manor. A house elf greeted him and led him into the dining room. The Manor looked... cleaner... than the last time he had been in it. The Malfoys had redecorated so that the rooms gave no sign that a mad man had once lived there.

He was directed to a seat directly across from both Malfoy parents and trying not to let his nerves show (too much) he smiled politely at them.

"Evening." Harry said. He motioned to his seat, "May I?"

"... Did... did Harry just... blimey." Ron said. Draco held his hands behind his back and waited for him to form a proper sentence.

"I reckon you didn't know anything about this, yeah?" George said, his eyes never leaving Draco.

"Well then... We still need to set the table, don't we? How about everyone get seated. Hermione, be a dear and help me." Mrs. Weasley said, as she resumed fumbling around, "Draco can explain things to us over dinner."

The others mumbled half hearted replies as they went into dining room, Draco would have thought it to be bigger considering the number of people. He followed them and made an effort to ignore the glances he kept receiving. He was grateful to have something to pay attention to when Mrs. Weasley and Granger started coming in with the food, it was short lived though since the moment he sat down all eyes were on him once again.

"So Malfoy, what brings you here?" Granger asked, as she, and everyone else, began dishing out their food. Draco had just finished pouring himself some of the firewhiskey and took a sip before replying.

"Well, I suppose Harry's decided it's my job to tell you all that we're... seeing one another, and have been for the past six weeks or so."

"Six weeks..." Narcissa repeated Harry's words as if they would make more sense that way and Lucius glared at him in the same way he had been ever since Harry had walked in. Harry, not knowing what else to say, returned his attention to his dinner and ate some more of his roast beef. "... six..."

"Why?" Lucius asked. Why what? Bloody hell how am I supposed to answer you when you only give me a word?Harry swallowed and blinked a few times.

"Why what, Sir?"

"Why are you dating our Draco? Especially with all the animosity between the pair of you over the years. Why the change? What made you decide to start caring about him all of a sudden?" Lucius was looking at Harry now. Looking, not glaring. Harry sort of stared at the man in shock. Narcissa seemed to be taken off guard by her husband's question as well. Harry put down his silverware and wiped his palms on his pants.

"Um... well. I'm not exactly sure why there was a change, I suppose we... I suppose we just grew up after the... well... after everything that happened. I guess I sort of realized he was just as human as I was." Harry felt his face begin to flush and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I... Draco's... It's hard to explain really. I just... I find myself wanting to know more and more about him, and learn things that other people will never get the chance to learn and see all the expressions he has and... Well, I just want to be... with... him... I'm rambling now aren't I...?"

"No dear, you're not." Narcissa said, as she smiled at him.

Draco blushed at the question. He was not about to confess his feelings to a table full of Weasleys, "... I'm not answering that." After he had announced that he and Harry were dating there was an uproar, a bit of swearing and a fair amount of scolding on Mrs. Weasley's part. Draco made a mental note to never get on her bad side. After the initial shock they had started asking him questions, well the women were asking and the men were... sulking, fuming and confused.

"He's blushing." Ginny said, smiling.

"He's absolutely smitten with Harry, isn't he?" Granger said, bearing a similar expression.

"What are you two on about?" Ron asked.

"So, how did you two get together?" the Weaslette inquired, completely ignoring the brother.

"We ran into one another at Fortescue's."

"Is that all?" Granger asked, disappointed.

"What else am I supposed to say, Granger? We chatted a bit, managed not to hex one another and things carried on from there."

"Are you serious about being with Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked and Draco looked him in the eyes.

"Of course I am."