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Ron
"He's fucking what!" Ron yells. "There is no fucking way is staying at ours for Christmas. No!"
Ginny rolls her eyes at her brother. "Mum already said it's okay."
"She what?" Ron is sounding more annoyed by the second.
"Calm down, Ronald." I scold.
"No, Mione! I won't, because it's not fucking happening!"
Harry angrily crosses his arms. "Then you can stay here over Christmas."
"Fuck off, Harry!" Ron retorts.
"Don't you dare talk to him like that!" Ginny scolds. "Draco is staying at ours over Christmas. Whether you like it or not. So build a bridge and get over it."
Ron grumbles. "I get he's Harry's boyfriend and all, but why does he have to stay with us?"
Harry sighs. "Because he has no one else. Voldemort killed his mother, his father's ghost is trying to kill him-"
"What about Snape? After all he is his Godfather." Ron interrupts.
"And what if Lucius possesses him?" I say, raising an eyebrow.
"You used that spell to get rid of him, didn't you?"
"It's a temporary spell. He will come back." I reply.
Ron plops down on the sofa by the Gryffindor fire place in a huff. Harry walks over to him and sits beside his best friend. The raven haired boy has a heart breaking expression on his face.
"What now, Harry?" Ron snaps.
Harry looks up at him with tears in his eyes. "Please, Ron. What if... what if he tries to kill himself again? If he's here alone and tries again, I might not get to him in time. I can't lose him."
Ron studies, Harry's face. "Okay, okay. Malfoy can come for Christmas."
Harry leaps up and embraces Ron. "Thank you!"
"I'm still not happy about it, but I don't want Malfoy to die. Even if he is a git." Ron admits.
"Well now that's out of the way, Hermione and I are going to go pack." Ginny exclaims, leading the way to our dormitories.
Draco POV
"Harry, are you sure it's okay? The last thing I want is to be a bother?" I hesitantly ask. Harry and I are walking towards the Hogwarts Express to go to London. We're meeting Mr and Mrs Weasley at The Leakey Cauldron. I can't help but feel like I am imposing. Especially after what my father did to their only daughter in her first year.
"Draco, it's okay. I promise. Mrs Weasley said herself that she wouldn't have it any other way. She knows the danger you'd be in here." Harry replies, linking his fingers with mine. He then grabs my other hand and turns me around to face him. He then places his right arm around my waist and pulls me close. Dozens of students rush past us to get to the train, but at this moment it feels like we are the only two people on the platform. I stroke the Gryffindor's chin with my thumb. "You are pretty amazing Potter, you know that?" I smile.
"I've been told that." He arrogantly replies.
"You're also a smug prat." I retort.
"I've been told that also, mostly by Ron." Harry laughs. Fuck! I love his laugh. I place a light kiss on his lips. "As much as I love this... if we don't move we are going to miss the train." I nod and he leads me on the train, fingers still locked with mine.
As the train begins pulling out of Hogsmeade we find the others. I sit by the window, facing Pansy. Weasley and Granger sit beside her, and Harry sits closely beside me.
I take this as an opportunity to plug into my earphones and look at the breath taking view.
Content, I don't even notice as I drift off to sleep.
"Draco, darling. It's Christmas morning. Time to wake up." I hear my mother softly say.
My eyes flutter open. "Okay. Mummy, can I have pancakes for breakfast?" I ask, sweetly.
My mother smiles at me and places a kiss on my forehead. "Of course. Chocolate chip okay?" I enthusiastically nod my head in response.
Mother leaves my room to make breakfast. I then leap out of bed and run after her. On the way to the kitchen I see our house elf dusting the banister. "Hey, Dobby. Merry Christams." I greet.
"Merry Christmas to you too, young master, Draco." The elf replies. "How did you sleep?"
"Wonderfully. I can't wait to open my presents." I exclaim.
"Now young master, Draco. You know you must wait for your father. You don't want to make him angry." Dobby warns.
I shake my head fearfully. "I'll go help mummy with breakfast." I suggest.
Dobby smiles at me. "What a lovely idea."
As I walk into the kitchen the first thing I see is the chocolate chips. I run for the bowl, but mother sees me before I can get any. "Na uh, Draco. They are for pancakes only." She scolds softly.
"When can we open presents?"
"Your father will be back soon after breakfast. Then you can open your presents, baby."
"I'm not a baby. I'm seven years old." I say, scrunching my nose at the pet name.
"Your my baby."
"Where is father anyway?"
"No where you need to worry about. Now sit at the table the pancakes are ready." I obey and tuck into my pancakes without giving my father's whereabouts a second thought.
"Draco... Draco wake up." I hear a familiar voice call. I open my eyes to see Harry looking down at me, flashing me that adorable smile of his. "We're here. Time to go."
I get up and follow Harry on to the platform.
The second I step off the train the cold winter air hits me. I shiver at the touch, however the feel of it is rather refreshing. The scene of Platform 9 3/4 at Christmas is both festive and comforting. Students running to see their parents for a happy embrace.
"Draco! Over here." Harry calls. I begin walking towards him. As I do I am shot with stares and glare from parents. Feeling uncomfortable I zip up my favourite black hoodie and I put up my hood.
Harry sees my discomfort and takes my hand to gesture that he doesn't care what they think. This action warms my heart with love. "Draco, I would like you to meet the woman who basically took me in as her own son, since my first time on this platform."
The red haired woman smiles brightly at me. "Hello, Draco dear. How was the journey down?"
"It was quite pleasant, thank you. I mostly just slept." I reply, with a weak smile.
Mrs Weasley wraps me up in a warm motherly embrace. "Good for you, dear. I'm glad you were able to get some rest."
"Thank you so much for letting me stay in your home. Given our families history I would have understood if you said no."
"My dear boy, if there is one thing I don't do it is hold a grudge."
I do believe her, but I can't help testing her sincerity. "But my father almost killed you only daughter."
"Exactly! Your father, not you. I understand your cynicism, but you don't need to be with me. We can't help what we are born into. It is our actions that show who we really are. Harry has filled me in on everything and I can see for myself that you are nothing like your father." I shy at her conviction and kindness. Knowing I don't deserve it.
"Can we go mum? I'm bloody starving." Ron moans.
"Ronald Weasley, watch your language!" Mrs Weasley scolds.
"I didn't fucking swear!" Ron shouts back.
Mrs Weasley is now fuming at Ron, which I must admit I quite enjoy. "Ronald, I swear I am going to use the most intense cleaning spell I know on that mouth of yours."
We all burst out laughing at this thought. I don't doubt that she would do it.
Harry POV
When we get to the burrow the Weasleys allow us to go to our rooms to unpack and settle in. Draco and I are sharing a room. Mainly so I can keep an eye on him, but also because Ron refused to room with him.
The blonde silently sits on his bed. His bag is unopened, even now his hood is still up. Something feels off. There are times he is fine. Smiling and happy. Other times he's very on edge and... paranoid? However the worst is when he is so clearly depressed. Like now. It terrifies the fuck out of me. His mood changes are more drastic than Snape's and it's different.
"Harry, why am I hear?" Draco whispers so quietly I almost didn't hear it.
"Because I love you and I didn't want you to be alone on Christmas." I smile, sitting beside him on his bed.
"Oh." He answers, more weakly.
"Draco, what's wrong? Your scaring me."
He shake his blonde head and I pull him into my arms. "I don't know." He mumbles. I kiss his head, rocking him in my arms.
Soon Mr Weasley comes up the stairs. "Boys it is time for dinner. Mrs Weasley has cooked up a storm and if we are not down in the next five minutes, we might just lose our heads." He chuckles, stopping the moment he sees us. His face becomes one of concern. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. We're coming down now. Just a little tired from the journey." I reply.
Arthur nods in understanding. "I shall see you both down there then."
Draco and I follow him down to the chaotic dining room and kitchen. The long dining table is mouth watering, littered with potatoes meats, vegetables and all kinds of deserts. We sit down at the table and as we do Mr Weasley walks over holding his right hand out for Draco to shake. "I forgot to introduce myself upstairs. I'm Arthur Weasley and I am fascinated by muggles as I'm sure you already know."
Draco shakes his hand in respect. "Uh... Draco, Draco Malfoy."
"I know who you are." Arthur chuckles. "Do you share your father's pureblood views?" He asks, inquisitively.
The blonde shakes his head. "No. I did when I was younger, but not any more. I want nothing more to do with my father, Mr Weasley." I am so proud of his honesty.
A proud smile spreads across the kind man's face. "Why, of course you don't my boy. You are your own person. And call me Arthur. I better get back to Mrs Weasley. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you, Draco. I do hope you enjoy your stay with us."
"Thanks, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you too." The Slytherin smiles. I love his smile, I do wish he would do it more often.
Upon studying his grey eyes I can see that they have lit up to the decoration of the room. I suddenly hear a rumble coming from Draco's stomach. The rumble is so loud it silences the whole room. Fred, George, Ginny, Neville, Mr and Mrs Weasley, and when did Remus get here? Anyway the all, including myself, are a staring at Draco. His face has gone deep red.
"A little hungry there, Malfoy." Fred and George laugh.
Then my own stomach rumbles and the entire room bursts into laughter.
"Well the food isn't going to eat it's self. Everyone dig in." Mrs Weasley says.
Everyone does as instructed. Even Draco is having a decent portion of food.
I really hope this week is just what he needs to get better.
"What?" Draco asks.
"Huh?"
"Harry, you were staring at me."
"I was?" I ask, combing my fingers through my already messy hair.
"Yeah, you were."
"I was just thinking how happy I am that you're here."
The blonde smiles brightly at me. "I am too. What else were you thinking?"
"That I hope this week away from Hogwarts is just what you need to feel better." I answer, honestly.
"I think it is, because I'm already feeling better." He smiles again.
I really hope you enjoyed it. And that you have used your smarticles to figure out what's wrong with Draco.
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