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Draco's summer went by very quickly. The first few weeks were spent vacation in wizarding Amsterdam with the Tonks. The vacation itself was wonder; Draco learned a lot really interesting things from the wizards and witches in the Netherlands. A part of him wished his parents were there to see it with him.

But only a small part.

The larger part was wishing he could share it all with his friends. He was able to buy them a few small gifts that he was ecstatic to give them. The week before school started back up he was going to stay at the burrow with Harry and Ron. He couldn't wait to see them, he hadn't seen them all summer.

And today was the day that Draco was finally getting to see his friends. He packed his trunk with the usual necessities and the gifts he bought his friends, plus a few sweets that his aunt had made him for the journey. (Even though, it really wasn't that much of a journey. A portkey was a quick five seconds- he wouldn't even have time to eat sweets.)

Draco quickly ate breakfast and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost time- only a few more minutes.

"Please- oh please, dear, be safe." Aunt Andromeda kissed him on the head, and smiled down at him. Draco had grown to love her like a mother over the last few months- she was more of a mother to him than Narcissa ever was.

"Have fun with the Weasley's, kid. The Burrow sounds like a blast! And don't forget this fudge we made!" Tonks handed him a metal tin of chocolate and peanut butter fudge the whole family had spent all night preparing- including Draco. Cooking was not a skill of his, but he tried his best, and to his surprise, the stuff didn't turn out that bad.

Uncle Ted hugged Draco and gave him so fatherly advice about being twelve and tackling his second year at Hogwarts. Draco pretended to listen but was really thinking about the portkey. He had to go any second now. He placed his hand on the spoon, and smiled. "

"Thanks guys, see you later!" Draco then swirled into an abyss of nothingness before landing on soft grass, looking at what seemed to be something that came directly out of a child's fairy tale. Houses and rooms stalked on top of each other that it seemed as if it would collapse any minute now. But it didn't, it stayed perfectly still and safe, no matter how many times Draco convinced himself it would fall.

"Draco!" A voice yelled. Draco looked up to see Ron Weasley running towards him at full speed before tackling him to the ground.

"Dude! Guess what?"

"Would you mind getting off me," Draco half laughed, trying to push the heavy redhead off his robes. "Anyways, whats up?"

"I came here in a flying car!" Harry finally spoke. His glasses were shifted oddly on his nose, and his hair was shuffled in a disarray of pieces.

"No way!" Draco's mouth fell wide open. Cars didn't fly, they just didn't.

Ron nodded and assured him it was true. They walked into the burrow together, while they went on and on about the heroic rescue from the Dursleys. Draco wished he would've been there, but quickly got over it at the sight of Mrs. Weasley.

"Draco, you finally made it. It's so glad to finally meet you." She came up to him and squeezed him so hard; he could barely breathe. But he loved it. It was a new, strange feeling. His mother never hugged him like that.

Draco sat down to home cooked meal by Mrs. Weasley, with the rest of the Weasley family, and Harry. Arthur talked about something at his work, before stopping mid-sentence and staring directly at Draco.

"Are you Lucius Malfoy's son?" He asked. Draco nodded. The whole room had quieted down and they were all looking at him.

"So you must be Slytherin, then. Tell me Ron, how did you get involved with a Slytherin?"

"Oh, dad. Haven't I told you before? He's Gryffindor!" Ron placed a hand over his face as if he was embarrassed by his fathers ignorance.

"I don't believe it's been mentioned. Draco Malfoy, a Gryffindor? Lucius Malfoy's son? Hah, I never would've guessed..." Arthur continued to eat, as Draco turned red.

"I don't really talk to them anymore... they disowned me. It's kind of a thing they do..." Draco said, trying to ensure Arthur he wasn't like his parents.

"Well where are you living now, dear? Surely you must be staying with someone?" Mrs. Weasley asked him, with a concerned, motherly look on her face.

"Oh, yes. I'm staying with my aunt and uncle, the Tonks. They mentioned they knew you from somewhere..." Draco said, shoving another spoon of potatoes in his mouth.

"The Tonks, the Tonks. Such lovely people, the Tonks are..." Arthur said with a large smile. They family continued eating, and Mrs. Weasley told the group about their plan to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow and get supplies for their second year. Draco finished eating, and followed Harry and Ron upstairs to the bedroom. Draco sat down and listened to a story about something weird that had happened to Harry over the summer.

"So- this house elf was telling me not to go to school and that's when-"

"Wait, what house elf? I didn't know you had one of those, Harry!" Ron smiled in amazement at the thought of having a house elf for himself.

"No, no. He wasn't mine, stupid! He was someone else's!" Harry rolled his eyes.

"What was his name?" Draco asked.

"Dobby."

"Wait a second... that's my mom and dad's house elf."