Harry apparated home after dinner with the Malfoys then thought it over and went to Draco's flat. Draco was nowhere to be found so Harry lay in the sofa and waited.

He was full and he was happy. The dinner had gone better than he expected and he was supposed to follow Draco to their next Saturday dinner. Keeping up his optimism, Harry wondered how well Draco fared at the Weasley's dinner.

Draco left the Weasley residence with a polite smile plastered on his face. The night had been unbearably awkward for him. The women seemed to take the news fairly well, too well if you asked him. The men, well it was obvious that they were upset and that the Weasel did not approve. Draco apparated to Harry's house and looked for him.

After searching almost every room Draco sat at the bottom of the stairs and sighed. How long would his parents keep Harry?

There was the familiar crack of apparition and Draco got up and opened the door.

"Harry, what the bloody hell were you-" Draco and Ron both stopped talking as soon as they realised who was in front of them.

"Weasley." Draco said.

"Malfoy." Weasley mumbled, as he made his way inside. "Where's Harry?"

"Probably still at dinner with my parents. I'll tell him you stopped by." Draco said, still holding the door open.

"What are you up to Malfoy?" Ron asked, as he glared at him.

Draco sighed. "Weasley, must I be up to something? I would have thought you were sensible enough to have gotten past childhood mistakes."

"If you hurt Harry, Malfoy I swear-"

"Rest assured, I have no intention of harming Harry in any way. Now, if you're done threatening me." Draco motioned to the door and after a brief glaring contest, Weasley left the premises and Draco shut the door behind him. He sighed and apparated to his flat.

Draco removed his robes and flung them over the sofa before heading for his room. There was a muffled yelp that stopped him however. Drawing his wand on reflex, he carefully made his way over. He watched as his robe got tossed aside and Harry emerged from underneath it.

"Merlin, Potter! Don't do that!" Draco yelled, and put his wand away.

"Sorry, fell asleep." Harry mumbled, as he yawned.

"And what the bloody hell was that? Hmmm? Dumping me in a house full of Weasleys. For Merlin's sake I was baffled. And they kept staring. Not just staring, glaring. The lot of them. All right, perhaps it was only the males, but never the less! That was the most embarrassing, awkward, helpless situation I've been in since the war and there wasn't even any fighting involved." Draco could not help himself, he was upset.

"Sorry love, but otherwise... how'd the dinner go?" Harry figured he should not have asked, but he was curious.

"... It was... manageable... The food was good and the women were accepting... and possibly Mr. Weasley. But don't you dare pull something like that again. You hear me Harry James Potter?"

"Loud and clear. Glad to hear it went well." Harry said, grinning and Draco rolled his eyes at him. "Dinner at the Manor went well. Really well if you ask me. I'm supposed to join you at the weekly family dinners now."

"Father didn't do anything out of the ordinary did he? And mother didn't start asking odd questions?"

"Not particularly..." Harry blushed as he remembered pouring his heart out to Draco's parents. He would not tell that story, it was a bit embarrassing. Draco raised an eyebrow at him but let it slide.

"I'm still upset with you by the way. Oh, and Weasley wants to speak with you." Draco said sitting down in the sofa.

"I'll get back to him tomorrow. And by all means Draco, punish me for my bad behaviour." Harry said, as he lay back in the sofa. Draco smirked at him and got up.

"Bedroom. Now."