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Chapter 12- Weasley Reactions
(Draco POV)
*Flashback*"What the hell is Malfoy doing here?"
"Ronald Weasley, watch your tongue." Mrs. Weasley cautioned.
"Hello, dear. It's nice to meet you. Welcome to the family. Hermione is like a daughter to me. Whoever she loves we love." Mrs. Weasley said, pulling me into an unexpected hug.
I patted her back awkwardly.
"Speak for yourself mother. I'm more than sure that I don't love that ferret, and I don't want him in our house." Ron snarled.
"Ron this isn't your house. It's Harry's, so shut it." George said.
I threw him a grateful look. He winked back and stepped to the side. Standing behind him was Hermione. She came down the stairs to stand beside mum and me, grasping both of our hands.
"Oh! This is sick. I am going to my room." Ron gagged.
"Again it's Harry's room." George yelled after him.
"Shut the hell up, George." Ron snapped.
"Ronald Weasley, what did I just say?" Mrs. Weasley said, shaking her head in disapproval.
"Whatever." Ron muttered, stomping out of the room and making a scene of slamming his door angrily.
"He's just being a prat. I'll go talk to him, Mione." Harry assured my girlfriend.
"Thanks Harry."
"Well. Well. Well. What do we have here?" Fred said after everyone but Hermione had left the room.
"A little romance between the lion and the snake." George continued, advancing on me.
"If you dare hurt our dear Hermione you will not live to see the next day." they both finished.
I felt myself mentally shirk under their glare. They were just waiting for me to crack and give into another one of their hilarious jokes. And crack I did.
"I wouldn't dream of it." I croaked, a blush creeping from my neck up to my ears.
Both the ginger twins started cackling like mad. Hermione even joined in with them after a moment and so did I. Their laughter was contagious. No wonder everyone liked them.
"You should have seen your face." Fred said when he had caught his breath.
"Hermione! It's time to go. I need to know everything." Ginny yelled.
Hermione threw me an apologetic smile as Ginny pulled her away, leaving me alone with the twins. Mum and dad had already been hustled away by Mrs. Weasley.
"So Draco, we hear that you're good at potions." Fred says to me.
"Umm...I guess I am, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"We need your help finishing our latest product since Hermione has been kidnapped by Ginny."
"Fine" I answered in coolest tone.
Within, I was freaking out, scared as hell. What if this was just another joke of theirs? They were probably just going to have me test one of their products like a first year. I trailed behind them into their room thinking, "What hell did I get myself into."
"This right here is where the magic happens." Fred said, strolling over to the closet door.He opened the door and what I saw left me with only one thing to say.
"What the hell!"
-*Hermione's Pov*
Ginny dragged me into her room and pushed me into a purple beanbag. She sat down across from me in a blue one. The rest of her room looked about the same. Purple on both the east and west walls and blue on the north and south walls. There was a window on the east wall with daybed, when I looked through the window though I didn't see the Muggle streets that surrounded Grimmauld Place. Instead I could see the grounds of Hogwarts. The Quidditch pitch was on the right side of the Black Lake. Everything in the magical illusion was prefect down to the last rocky step and tree. It looked creepily real and lifelike.
"Gin, this is amazing. Did Harry let everyone modify their rooms like this?"
"Yes. Harry has the best room I think. When you walk in you literally feel like you're standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. I spend a lot of time in there."
"Am I suppose to be convinced that you spend time in their just because of the surroundings and the decor? I think you are in his room for something a little different." I winked, hoping to avoid the subject of Draco and me.
"Maybe...stop changing the subject." she accused me.
"I was doing no such thing." I said with the smirk I had picked up from Draco.
"You're even starting to look like him. That's creepy that Hermione Granger, Gryffindor Princess, can smirk like that." she said, flashing her eyes in a panicked but goofy way.
"Yup. He taught me everything I know." I grinned.
"Does that include kissing? Is he a good kisser?"
"Eww! No! Gin, I'm not telling you that." I exclaimed.
The woman was mental. Sure I would more than likely end up telling her everything, but that didn't need to be her first question. She could have perfectly well as asked when our first date was, or when we Draco took me home to meet his parents. No, it had to be the most personal and embarrassing question.
"Oh, come on Hermione. I told you if all of my boyfriends were good kissers. Why can't you tell me?" she pleaded.
"I never asked to hear all those descriptions. Those very detailed descriptions." I shuddered at the thought of all times Ginny had came back from an hour long date and spend three hours of retelling it for me.
"Please."
"Fine. He is a great kisser. Now can we move on?" I begged.
"Yes. Question number one...or is it number two? Whatever next question; how did you meet him? I mean you already knew him, but you know what I mean. Tell me about the first week. What happened?"
I could swear she was soaking in my uncomfortability. She loved interrogating anyone about their relationships. I just happened to be the one she could feed off of at the moment. I might as well tell her though. I guess deep down if I think about it and really try to feel it, I like these kinda talks. I believe every girl needs to show her extreme girlishness sometimes. If we didn't we would become too hard and cold, and guys wouldn't like somebody that wasn't soft and breakable that they could protect.
"I meet him in the woods. He was singing and playing the guitar, which he is fantastic at. He was upset so I played him a song on my iPod. It seemed to help him. When I went to go home that night he asked me to come back the next day. So I did. We goofed around a lot. I ended up dancing with him like puppet on strings. Then I had this great idea that we should build a small cottage. He's crazy arse agreed to it. So the next day we went shopping. The rest of the week was spent by building the cottage." I said, watching Ginny devour my words.
"You built a house with him! That's fantastic. Not to mention really sweet. Now what happened next?" Ginny said.
I knew at that moment she was going to accept Draco. He was different from what we all thought he was. Ginny was just the first to notice it.
"Um...I think the next week is when we went to his house. This, by the way was the biggest library ever! It's bigger than Hogwarts'. Lucius and I are always in there."
"Focus, Hermione. Get back to the story." She said, gripping me by shoulders and shaking me.
"Okay. Okay. No need to get violent, Gin. When we got to his house I of course found out I was a Pureblood, not a Mudblood."
"Would you stop saying that?" Ginny snapped at me.
"What? What did I say?"
"You keep calling yourself a Mudblood. Why. You're so much better than that foul word."
"Oh, Ginny, thank you. It is not that I think I'm that bad. The name just doesn't bother me anymore. I mean it isn't because I am a Pureblood now. Fred and George showed me that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks."
"That's great, Hermione. Now let's get back to the topic at hand."
"You are the one that changed the subject." I defended myself.
"No I wasn't."
"Yes. You. Were."
"No. I. Was. Not."
"Whatever." I said, waving my hand off into the empty space.
"Good. Now continue." Ginny said with satisfactory.
"The week following that revelation I meet his parents. It was...what is the right word for this...emotional? This was when Lucius finally admitted why he would beat Draco. They came to an understanding. Later that night Draco and I went for a walk in his mother's garden. That's when we had our first kiss." I said.
Technically it wasn't our first kiss. It was our second. I don't think Draco would appreciate me sharing his suicide attempt stories with anyone, and I didn't want to either. That kiss meant more than any kiss we had shared. It was the symbol of us finally bonding together in an unbreakable way.
"That is so, so, so romantic." Ginny sighed.
"That's what you think. You should have seen our first date. I couldn't have asked for more."
"Really, what did he do?"
"First off I had the perfect outfit. Cissy took me shopping. I have to admit it was loads of fun. More than I would have expected. Anyway he took me to a pond by the cottage. The sun was setting and we ate dinner. Then we went canoeing in the moonlight. That didn't turn out well because Draco and I didn't quite understand how to stir the boat and ended up tipping the boat over. It ruined my dress, but we got to swim in the pond. Which was beautiful! There were flowers floating on the surface, Gin. How romantic is that?"
"Very. You are so lucky you found someone that great."
"Thank you."
"What happened next?"
"Well we kissed. It was utterly wonderful. Then we cuddled the on bank of the pond under the sky and stargazed. When I fell asleep he carried me back to the cottage. He put me in the bed, and being the modest person he was that night, slept on the couch."
"Hermione, he seems so different. I wouldn't expect him to be so romantic. I always thought he was a player and I might have even called him a man-whore one time. I'm super sorry."
"It's fine. As long as you accept us I don't care. I was scared that you and the rest of the gang were going to hate me now. It means a great deal to me that you think that. I know Draco feels the same way. Do you think the others will accept him too?"
"I think it depends. Ron looked pretty pissed and Harry was just in shock. I think he will come around soon. He knows what is right and what is wrong. And Ron being a jackass is totally wrong. You saw how mum acted. She pulled him into a hug immediately. Percy is never around to care. The rest of the Order is gone most of the time on missions. Fred and George will get along with him. That's why I could take you and leave them alone with Draco. I doubt that they murdered him while we have been talking."
"I don't know. We have been talking for like two and a half hours. Your brother could most diffidently kill someone in that amount of time, even if it wasn't on purpose. I don't think Draco does good with pranks or anything."
"Yeah, I am starting to think the same thing. Maybe we should go check on them."
"Yes." I nodded.
Ginny led us down the hall and to the twins' bedroom. She wrapped one short note on the door before barging in, not giving them enough time to hide a body if they did kill my boyfriend.
"What the hell." Ginny exclaimed.
"What the hell." I repeated, staring into the room.
"Those were my first words too." Draco smiled.
Author's Note-Hope you liked. NExt chapter reveals the twins secret. You will never expect it, but you can guess. Not Anka, though. Suggest of the chapter is a song this time. Kill Your Heros by Awolnation. Please vote! Bye.
