Eight. Meeting the Weasleys.

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If someone had told Draco five years ago that he would be having brunch with the Weasleys at their residence, he would have hexed him or declared them mental. Hell, even the Weasleys must have reacted the same way. However, being with friends with Harry Potter was difficult at times, and this was one of those occasions. Harry had popped up at his flat unannounced at his flat (at nine A.M. on a Sunday) and practically dragged him to the Burrow. The first ten minutes had been super awkward, with Molly and Arthur being the only ones trying to make a conversation. All the other Weasley kids were just eyeing him or making excuses to leave the room. Therefore, it was just Harry, Ginny, Molly, Arthur and him in the living room of the house.

"Ferret, relax," Ginny whispered to him. "My brothers will come around."

"Hmm, I certainly hope so, or else I am not leaving this place without breaking a limb, I think."

She just shook her head and laughed softly.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, Hermione will be here soon," she smirked.

"Screw you, Weaslette," he glared at Harry while saying that.

"What did you just call our sister?" said one of the twins behind him.

"Oh, Merlin, fuck, I thought you weren't here."
"That doesn't mean you can call her that," said the other twin.

"Exactly, Malfoy, do you want us to remind of the time we found you in the corridors in the fifth year?"

"Oh, alright, sorry, Ginevra, I shall refrain from calling you by any name," he said sheepishly.

"Stop it; you are making him even more nervous. Draco, they are just joking, don't pay any attention to their antics," she said patting his head. The twins glared and laughed simultaneously. Draco wanted to know how they did that. The other three brothers soon came in the room and someone suggested a Quidditch match. But, of course, Hermione Granger had to enter the house right when they were getting their brooms in order.

"Hello, guys, oh, hey, Draco!" she smiled removing her coat. She was wearing a short lavender dress that showed off her heavenly legs. Merlin, this was going to be a difficult afternoon.

"Hi," he mumbled which was apparently funny because Harry laughed aloud.

"I didn't know you were coming today," she said standing next to him.

"Oh, neither did I," he smiled which made her laugh. "Harry kidnapped me."

"Well, Draco, your loss is our gain," she smiled. He was sure he was red as...well, Weasleys' hair. He did not say anything further, adding to the already awkward atmosphere.

"Let's play some Quidditch, mates," shouted Bill to ease the tension.

"No! We decided that we would play some board games today," Hermione said. "You guys played Quidditch last weekend too."

"We will play board games after lunch, Hermione," Ginny explained to her with hand gestures. "This is just for fun's sake."

"Quidditch is never for fun's sake for you lot," she snorted.

"As it shouldn't be, Quidditch is a very serious sport," Draco said before cursing himself for babbling. All the Weasleys hooted for him though while Hermione just shot him a deadly look. He shrugged helplessly and gave her what he hoped was his sexiest smile. He doubted it would work on Hermione Granger though.

"You guys aren't going to listen to Malfoy, right?" she asked looking at all the Weasleys.

"Come on, Hermione, don't be so prejudiced, the war is long over, get over it," said one of the twins smirking. All of them hurriedly exited the room to start the Quidditch match. Hermione glared at Draco the whole time he was in the room. Maybe Harry sensed her anger too because he quickly dragged Malfoy out of the room by his sleeves.

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