Draco's Nightmare Before Christmas

TruthbeTold

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 11/12/2004
Last Updated: 02/01/2005
Status: in_progress

After being secretly married for seven months Ginny and Draco have a slight problem, how to break it to Ginny’s family? (And live) It looks like Draco’s meeting the parents. (Brothers included) holiday style. Humor ensues…I hope.

Chapters

1. Letter From Home

2. Authors note

3. The Time Came

1. Letter From Home

Draco’s Nightmare Before Christmas TruthbeTold

After being secretly married for seven months Ginny and Draco have a slight problem, how to break it to Ginny’s family? (And live) It looks like Draco’s meeting the parents. (Brothers included) holiday style. Humor ensues…I hope.

This is dedicated to my friends who made my sweet sixteen the greatest day ever. I love you all you’re the greatest.

The war is over. Ginny and Draco dated for 6 years and seven months before they were married. They started seen each other in her sixth year. I’ve got all this written down some where.

Letter From Home

The alarm clock was going off again. There came a groan from amid a large pile of blankets on the bed and the alarm clock promptly exploded into tiny bits. After a couple minutes, in which the large lump under the many comforters tossed and turned, a tall blonde young man struggled out from underneath the bedclothes and rolled over to find the other half of the bed unusually unoccupied. He sat up abruptly and looked around the rather large room. He arched an eyebrow with aristocratic expertise when he found the person he sought. He rolled out of bed trying to look both graceful and manly at the same time, which to be truthful wasn’t hard for him. He stretched languidly in absolute silence and walked across the room to where he was standing almost behind her.

He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to the great feeling waking up and knowing he had a wife. She looked beautiful this morning, as she did every morning. Her long red wine hair was pulled into a high messy ponytail and she was dressed in one of his button down dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up over her elbows. The shirt enveloped her petite form and went down nearly to her knees. The morning light bathing over her from the window seemed to make her skin glow radiantly. He crept up and slid his arms around her waist.

“That’s funny…I don’t recall giving you permission to leave our bed, Ginerva Malfoy.” He said casually placing his chin on her shoulder and placing a butterfly kiss on her neck.

“What’s really funny, is I don’t recall asking, Draco Malfoy.” She quipped but leaned back into him with a small sigh. He smirked. Only seven months of marriage and the Malfoy sarcasm had already rubbed off on her significantly. Of course they had dated for six years prior to their marriage and she had already had a bit of a cynical side to herself.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Ginny whispered looking out at the snow covered, glistening Malfoy Manor grounds.

“Stunning.” Draco replied, but of course his eyes were on her rather than the white outdoors. “Absolutely stunning.” She turned in his arms and kissed him softly. As she pulled away her eyes fell on smoking remains of their alarm clock over his shoulder.

“Draco…. You blew it up again!?” She said with mild aggravation. There was a smoldering black hole in her bedside table.

“Why do we even have that thing? ” He asked referring to the thing as if it was hated and it was by him most of all. She shook her head and let out a small whimper of exasperation before burying her head in his chest. The alarm clock slowly began to piece back together with minute whizzes, clicks, and pops and the scorch marks on her wooden side table disappeared.

Bacon sizzled, eggs cracked themselves and slid easily into pans, and toast hopped from the toaster oven and onto plates as they soared onto the kitchen table. Ginny stood amid the breakfast rush directing expertly with her wand. She only allowed the staff to make meals when she wasn’t feeling well and this morning she felt excellent. She seriously debated cracking an egg over her husband’s head for the clock business, but he was saved by the fact that he had only just got out of the shower. He was rubbing a towel over his head when an owl knocked at the window. He allowed it in and after he relieved it of a very thick letter he rewarded it with a scrap of toast. It munched happily for a minute or two before it flapped out the window and was gone over the morning horizon.

Ginny read the letter as she sipped her tea.

Dear Ginny,

Hello, my dear. I hope you’re well. Everything’s fine at the burrow. Well as fine as they can be when one’s preparing for the holidays. I can’t wait to see you at home again, love. Charlie, Rebecca, and their kids have already arrived. Little Liv is almost two. Can you believe it? She’s such a pretty little darling, looks more and more like Becca everyday. Coaly is writing his Christmas list to old St. Nick right now. How simple and sweet it was to be a child. Fred and George should be arriving with their families any moment now. I can barely contain my happiness and I’m trying desperately not to stare out the window every five minutes, looking for them. Luna is trying to put Lani down for a nap. It’ll be her first Christmas. I’ve banned Ron from the kitchen as he tried to eat the cookie dough before I could put it in the oven, the great glutton. Hermione’s napping on the couch. Harry’s watching her sleep. He’s adorable when he’s worried. You see, Hermione’s just found out she’s a month pregnant. Her due dates August 2nd. How wonderful! Bill and Tonks should be arriving tomorrow, Percy too. Remus, Marie, and little Sirius are here now. Marie is bundling Sirius up so he can go see snow. Remus is taking photographs. He’s such a good father. Speaking of fathers, yours is off with Neville and Charlie getting firewood. Blaise is five months along now. She is your best friend, so do tell, does she ever stop being so stubborn and take a break? She’s baking cookies with Gypsie as I write this and helping Coaly spell out the big words on his list. He’s taken quite a liking to her. Neville has been trying to get her to take a lie down all afternoon, but she won’t. She’s quite a fiery thing.

I do hope you don’t mind that I invited your sweet little friend Hannah and her husband Gregory. She was such a dear to do Luna’s baby shower for free saying there was a family discount and you were practically her sister. How many more months till her baby comes along? I really must be getting old. I used to have a mind for these things. Well do feel free to bring Draco along. I’ll do my best to keep Ron from exploding. He has said that he’s okay with the two of you seeing each other, but he says that doesn’t mean he has to like it. I’m afraid you and Draco will have to share a room though. Your brothers are not at all pleased, but there’s no room left and it would be inhospitable to make him kip on den floor. I’m sure we’ll make the proper sleeping arrangements when you’ve arrived. We miss you dreadfully. Everyone says hi and to hurry home for Christmas. I love you dear, we all do.

Your Mother,

Molly

“Gin? What does it say?” Draco asked recognizing the familiar scribble of Molly Weasley and not at all liking the odd homesick guilty look on his wife’s face.

“Come home for Christmas, basically.” Ginny replied smiling at the letter.

She stood and with a swish of her wand their finished breakfast disappeared and the plates zoomed to the sink where they began to clean themselves. She disappeared in the direction of their bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Draco asked, praying he didn’t already know the answer to that question, but he did.

“To get packed.” She said in a singsong voice over her shoulder.

“You can’t possibly be considering spending the Holidays with all these people. It’s that new perfume I got you isn’t it. It’s too strong…fumes affecting your brain.” He cried shaking the letter as he read it.

“No I’m beyond considering it, love. I’m going and I suggest you pack your things, because you are too.”

He started to argue, but she broke in turning to face him in the living room with a pleading look on her face.

“Draco, they still think we’re dating and we’ve been married seven months. Harry, Hermione, Neville, Blaise, Hannah, Greg, and Luna all know. Of course Luna hasn’t told Ron on penalty of death. The only ones who don’t really know are my family members. Seven months is too long to hide something that big from family. I want to be happy married woman, not the only child in my family besides Percy to not be married. I want to show this bloody rock off to everyone.” She said waving the diamond on her hand under his nose. It was charmed to disappear when her hand was under scrutiny by those who did not and could not know she was married. “We’re going to tell them all this Christmas. No more lies. We’re coming clean.”

“Why can’t you just say no?”

“How do you say no to the people you’ve spent the holidays with all of your life?” Ginny asked raking her fingers through her hair in distress.

“Sorry we can’t make it.” Draco replied hopefully. She shot him a death glare.

“Draco, you aren’t helping. Pack for five days honey; cuz we leave tonight.” She said smiling widely.

It wasn’t long before their bags were packed and one of their eager little house elves, Dizzy, brought them down to the door. They were greeted in the foyer by the rest of the manor staff. Each of the many houselves were free elves that couldn’t find work. Dumbledore and Hermione had seen that they found a good home and good pay. Wick, a rather friendly little chap with almost round ears led a group of young elves in Have Yourself a Very Merry Christmas. Draco would have liked to tell them that the chances of that were highly unlikely, but the softened expression on Ginny’s face sealed his lips into a forced smile. With misty eyes she told each of the elves good-bye and where they could find their Christmas gifts. She had charmed them to appear on Christmas morning. Her calls of merry Christmas were returned with cries of “Yes mams, we wills.” and “You have youselves a good time with the Weazeys. We takes good cares of the house.”

“We don’t doubt that. Do we Draco?” She asked him nudging him gently with her elbow.

“No, we don’t doubt that at all.” He replied widening his forced smile into an almost maniacal grin.

Ginny took Draco’s hand in her gloved one and her bag in the other. He picked his up and turned to her.

“Are you quite sure about this?” He asked, but it was already too late. He felt a familiar funny tingling sensation and he tugged Ginny closer to him as they disappeared with a loud crack.

They reappeared seconds later on the snowy steps of the Burrow. It seemed that it had been added onto as of late and a new coat of paint graced its outsides. Ginny looked up at him and grinned.

“Of course I am. They can’t kill us it’s Christmas.” She told him, kissing his lips gently and then rang the doorbell. He let out a small groan as the he heard what could only be the sound of many different people rushing for the door.

AN: That’s sit for the first chapter. Please tell me if you like it. I want to have it done before Christmas and the thing that keeps me writing is encouragement. So tell me what you think. I’m open to suggestions on what Fred and George can do to him while he’s there and how you think Ron should react although I already have a pretty good idea on how that’s gonna go. Blaise and Neville are married, as are Ron, Luna, Bill, and Tonks, and Harry & Hermione. Fred and Alicia Spinnet and George and Katie Bell are married. Gypsie is Blaise’s twelve-year-old little sister. Please review so I know if this is worth continuing.

2. Authors note

Author’s Note…Okay this is not a chapter I’m sorry but I haven’t been home a lot recently. I haven’t had time to write or type up anything recently either. If I got within arms reach of a computer these last two weeks call me lucky. So you all have two choices.

First choice: I could remove this chapter and save it for next Christmas.

Second Choice: I could continue on and finish it late. (might add new years in if you like but it’ll prolly all be in after that)

Once again I’m terribly sorry I didn’t get it done, but as I said I haven’t had a chance too…Plus I can’t find my writing notebook anywhere so I’ll have to find it. Sorry. Please tell me what you’d like me to do.

Very Apologetic,

TruthbeTold

3. The Time Came

AN Thank you so much all of you who wanted me to continue. Here’s chapter two and it’s dedicated to all of you.

Disclaimer…. If you don’t know that Harry Potter and all the characters pertaining to that particular saga belong to J.K. Rowling…well…WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING ON THIS WEBSITE…lol

Draco’s Nightmare Before Christmas

TruthbeTold

Chapter Three: The Time Came

There came the sound of shouts, running, and laughter from behind the large scarred door. Draco cringed and Ginny braced herself though a large smile was on her face. The door was suddenly thrown open and the two fastest members of the household barreled out to greet them, Gypsie and Coaly. Gypsie leapt immediately in to Draco’s arms.

“Uncle Drake!” He smiled a real smile as he patted the beautiful young girl on her raven head.

“How’s my little adopted niece?” He asked pleasantly. “How’s school?” Her violet eyes were full of pride when she replied.

“Excellent, top of my class.”

Coaly had wrapped himself firmly around Ginny’s waist.

“Hey, little Coal. You’ve certainly grown, love.”

“Yes mam, I has. Mum says I’ve grown a full inch and quarter this year.” He beamed proudly up at her. “Are you gonna stay with us Aunt Gin? Cuz my daddy sure misses you. I been missing you too.” He asked hugger her tighter still as if she’d disappear right out of his tiny arms.

“Of course I am.” She said ruffling his rusty hair and leaning down to kiss his freckled nose. He was her brother Charlie all over again. His brown eyes darted to Draco and he grinned.

“Is he staying too?” He asked.

“Yes, Draco is staying. Why, Coal?” She queried.

“Poor him.” The six year old said smiling knowingly and with a bit of sympathy added. “Uncle Fred and George arrived ten minutes ago.” Gypsie nodded and looked up at Draco with an expression filled somewhat with sympathy and amusement.

“What are you all doing standing out in the cold? You’ll all get a wizard’s cold and I can’t have that on my hands. Come in, dears, come in.” Molly Weasley had finally reached the door. Her apron was smeared and splotched with cookie dough and flour and her round face and brown eyes were full of warmth and happiness. She beckoned them in and pulled them both into a hug.

“It’s so wonderful to have you here for the holidays! There came the sound of stomping feet as Fred and George appeared at the top of the stairs. As usual, they took the banister down and greeted their youngest sister with bone crushing hugs.

“Katie and Alicia are wrapping presents with Becca and Blaise upstairs. Fawna and Angie have been put down for a nap. Floo travel makes them a little antsy.” Fred told Ginny as George snuck evil grinning looks at her fidgeting husband.

“Uncle Fred? Uncle George? Will you play exploding snap with me’n Gypsie, please?” Coaly asked smiling at Ginny; who held in a sigh of relief. Coaly was his father’s son all right. He’d probably just saved Draco from a Weasley family disaster (Fred and George’s pranks) as Charlie had done for her so many times.

“Sounds right spiffing.” George replied.

“We’ll play, of course, but don’t expect me to lose to you bloody pitiful lot on purpose. You obviously have no idea who you’re dealing with. Why I was practically Exploding Snap champion in my Hogwarts days!” Fred agreed brightly.

“Really Fred? I thought that was me?” George wondered.

“No…I’m quite sure it was me. You’re memory’s slipping my good old fellow.” Fred said with a wink to Gypsie who promptly stifled a giggle. With that they all traipsed off to the den. George shut the door with a parting word to Ginny, Draco, and Molly.

“Memory slipping, my foot. He’ll have no eyebrows after this game. I’ll ‘Exploding Snap Champion’ him.” He grinned jovially at them and left them in the hall to be ushered into the kitchen by Molly.

“Would you two care for a cup of tea before the entire family turns up to harass you or would you care for one afterwards?” Molly inquired, bustling about the kitchen.

“Both.” Draco responded, dropping into a chair.

“I’ll have some now if it’s not to much trouble, mother.” Ginny asked sweetly, sitting down next to him.

“Oh, no trouble at all.” Molly replied. She mumbled something and two teacups, a sugar bowl, and spoons appeared as if from nowhere. Steaming tea poured from the tip of her wand into each cup. As they soared, now full, to Ginny and Draco the sugar bowl followed, as did the spoons; stirring in just the right amount of sugar. Draco was beginning to see where Ginny’s household skills came from. He surveyed the large kitchen. Bread dough was being kneaded as if by invisible hands. Vegetables for supper were being chopped, eggs were being cracked and mixed into cookie batter, and pans of sweet smelling cookies were being taken out of the oven all on their own accord. He had once wondered how a woman such as Molly, with seven children, one of them being none other than Ron Weasley, known for consuming vast amounts of food in a scarce amount of time, had managed to cook so much, to do so much, without a single house elf. Dishes were cleaning and putting themselves away, knitting needles were making what appeared to be baby bootees in the corner, and a broom was sweeping the far side of the kitchen followed by a flying dustpan. Now he knew how she did it, on pure talent. He found it pleasing. His mother in law could do all of that on her own. Narcissa could barely crack an egg let alone boil one. He felt somewhat proud of Molly. She was the true essence of a caring housewife and mother.

“Where is the entire family by the way?” Ginny wondered aloud.

“Well, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Lani all went to meet Hannah and Gregory in Hogsmeade. Your father, Charlie, and Neville are making a second trip for more firewood and Remus, Marie, and little Sirius are out for the afternoon in Diagon Alley. I’ve managed to talk Bill and Tonks and even Percy into arriving early. They should arrive in an hour or so. Check the clock, dear, and see how they’re all coming along.

Draco followed Ginny to a large grandfather clock near the back door. Instead of telling the time its many hands seemed to be telling where and how everyone was. As it were the hands named Charlie and Arthur were in a slot somewhere near where the nine o’clock should have been that read, “Perfectly fine, stop worrying.” The Ron, Luna, Harry, and Hermione hands were pointed towards “Having a good time.” There was a rather new looking hand that read the Lupin family, pointed in the same direction. The clock read, “Coming soon” for both Bill and Tonks and Percy. Several hands pointed towards “Safe at Home”, but one hand in particular caught Draco’s eye. There was a newer hand than even the Lupins’. A broad silver hand that read Draco was pointed toward “Safe at Home” along with Ginny’s.

“I hope you don’t mind Draco, but I’ve found myself worried about you lately and the clock is the only thing that could reassure me.” Molly said uneasily.

Draco felt warm. Molly Weasley was worried about him, Draco Malfoy. Who’d have ever thought that such a thing was possible, certainly not him.

“Thank you Mrs. Weasley. I don’t mind at all. You concern comforts me.” Draco told her and smiled at her with his second real smile of the day. He was going soft. Ginny watched with mild surprise.

“Jut the mother in me dear, and do fell free to call me Molly.”

“Is there anything I can help you with in here Molly?” He asked, surprising even himself.

“Well…” Molly said looking a bit flustered at his charm. Ginny was astonished. Her husband was offering to do kitchen work. Draco Bloody Malfoy! Scratch that. Draco Bloody Malfoy in an apron! He was already rolling up the sleeves of his white button down shirt.

“Well.” Molly said again looking about the kitchen. “The shepherd’s pie needs to be made. Ginny can help you. She knows how.” She finished happily and they set to work. Ginny summoned the Wizard Wireless Network and Celstina Warbeck’s and the Warlock 6’s version of White Christmas filled the kitchen. Not even an hour later they broke for a lunch of sandwiches and discussed work with Molly. The dinner was soon almost ready after their late lunch. Molly shooed them out of the kitchen.

“I’ll do the rest dears. No…no…really I insist. You two go relax. I’ll just do the finishing touches.” She waved them out of the door. Ginny led him to her father’s new study. A fire crackled merrily in the grate.

“You’ve certainly hit it off with my mother. I figured you’d have a harder time with her.” She said as they sad down on the couch.

“You know, I thought so too.” Draco told her as he wrapped his arms around her. “I shouldn’t have though. She’s more like you than I expected. Made it much easier. Do you think she’ll like me after she’s found out we’re married? I mean that in a totally unworried, I’ll live if she doesn’t, who cares, kind of way, mind you.”

“Darling, if possible, after she gets over the initial shock, she might like you even more.” Ginny answered. She patted his cheek affectionately as she leaned back against his chest. Draco had a real mother now. She drifted off to sleep and so did Draco with his third real smile of the day.

They were later woken by a resounding crash in the kitchen and a loudly groaned “I’m okay.”

“My cousin is here now, apparently.” Draco mumbled sleepily.

“That sounded like my mother’s china hitting the floor so dinner must be ready now.” Ginny thought aloud. Draco arched an eyebrow at the word china.

“Oh don’t worry. Fred and George knocked the china cabinet down once when I was six. Mum can repair them.”

When they immerged into the dining room a very apologetic looking Tonks was nursing a bruised elbow. Ron was attempting to sneak a shovel full of mashed potatoes from its bowl. Gregory Goyle was pulling out a chair for a very pregnant, but very happy Hannah. She was discussing cravings with Hermione.

“And I just had this sudden craving for watermelon and sweet Greg here, ran out and got it at three in the morning.” Greg gave Harry a sympathetic look, which neither of the women caught.

“And then there was this one time at midnight when pepperoni pizza was all I could think about.”

Luna was rocking Lani and singing some odd obscure lullaby. She stroked the baby’s strawberry blonde curls and continued singing the queer little ditty. Gypsie was speaking avidly to Coaly about Quidditch.

“The Irish National team are a sure thing for this year’s cup. I only hope we’ll pull it together and get in there too.” She told him.

Fred was trying humorously to make Fawna and Angie hold still. Of all the inventions he’d come up with he’d yet to find anything that could keep them calm and quiet, except maybe the Full Body Bind Charm.

“But of course Alicia won’t let me hex our children, our own children.” He’d told Ginny one evening after the twins had pantsed him at a dinner party. Of course all the party guests, were clients of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, so they’d all found it quiet hilarious.

“Come on doll face sit down for Daddy.” Angie kicked him in the shin while Fawna decided to test if his nose was detachable.

“Ow…let go ob my nose!!!…. Let go ob my nose!!! ALICIA!”

“Come on now poppetts. You can play with Daddy later.” She told her now calm children as she placed them each placidly in a chair. Fred seemed to find that a grim prospect. George was whispering something in Katie Bell’s ear and her tiny giggles escaped around her hand. Blaise was being frog marched into a seat by Molly.

“No. No…no…you stay in here and relax. The kitchen is off limits to you for the rest of the evening. No more work for you.” Molly told her then bustled back into the kitchen. Blaise was soon drawn into the “Craving conversation.” Remus was holding a sleeping Sirius and Marie was leaning against his arm and looking down at their son. Bill and Tonks were now adding their esteemed opinions to Gypsie and Coaly’s Quidditch conversation.

Mrs. Weasley was now levitating food to the table and Ginny rose to help. It seemed that Molly considered the finishing touches to be several pies of different flavors and three cakes; one several layers high.

“You father, Charlie, and Neville are back. Finally. I was getting worried. They’re washing up now.” Molly told her. The table was at last set and the last seats were being filled. Ginny sat down next to Draco and watched with quiet interest. Neville arrived with cheeks red from the frosty wind to fill the seat next to his wife. He pecked her lips and sat down. He was soon enveloped in a conversation about the new auror facilities being built separate from the ministry building with Ron and Tonks. Percy was reading what looked to be a book that was as boring as it was annoying. “ So Called Mistakes of the Professional Mind: what you consider a mistake could be a wonderful life changing event”. Harry, Greg, and Draco were discussing the likelihood of Moody retiring. Moody was of course at work that evening.

“That old coot will die in his auror robes and be buried in them. He’s good though. We need all the help we can get.” Harry was saying.

“He was sniffing the water dispenser spout next to my cubicle.” Draco exclaimed. Then in a croaky voice mimicked “Never can be too careful what they put in there boy. Constant Vigilance!” His impersonation ended. “The man is clearly an eccentric Potter, but you’re right. He’s good at his job. Might as well keep him if he’s not leaving. Goyle nodded.

“Long as he’s got an eye for a target and it’s not me he can stay.” Greg added in. Charlie appeared carrying his almost two-year-old daughter, Liv, who was rubbing her tiny blue eyes sleepily. Becca followed. It was easy to see why Charlie had married Becca she was kind, beautiful, and smart all rolled up into one. He’d met her at a dragon treating facility in Romania where she had been the Head Healer. After a few months he proposed to her and she of course accepted. Ginny’s father and mother at last arrived at the table, but three seats remained empty.

With a sudden crack the missing guests arrived. Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape appeared in the kitchen door.

“I do hope we’re not too late, Molly,” The Head Master inquired.

“A wizard is never late, Dumbledore, he arrives precisely when he means to.” Mrs. Weasley told him. He nodded obligingly and the three took their seats. Molly nudged Arthur who was cleaning his glasses and he stood. He cleared his throat and the table fell silent

“My esteemed family in friends, I can not tell you how much it means to Molly and I that you are here with us this holiday. I invite you all now to come again next year and do please all stay until New Years. Now I’m sure you’re all famished as I am, so please dig in.”

And the Weasley feast began. Laughter filled the room and wizard crackers were popped. Plates were filled and serving bowls were emptied. And the Weasley feast…was soon depleted. Groans of “I’m full.” And “Couldn’t eat another bite.” were soon heard. Molly asked everyone to retire to the living room for tea and relaxing. In actuality Ron was nearly hexed from the dining room. The children played on the floor. Gypsie was beating Alicia at Wizard’s chess. That was when Arthur posed the dreaded question.

“So how’s life been treating everyone?” And replies began to come from around the room as Molly handed out tea. It seemed like hours, treacherous torturing hours, before it came time for Ginny and Draco to tell how they were. The time came.

“Ginny, darling, Draco how have you two been.”

“Well…” Ginny looked at Draco. This was not for reassurance. This was just incase her brothers transformed him into something unfixable. She smiled nervously and continued. “Well, everybody. I have great news. Draco and I…Draco and I were married in May. Isn’t that wonderful!” She finished hurriedly.

The room fell silent. After a few minutes of tension filled quiet Molly spoke.

“That’s lovely dear.” It was a good thing she’d just set down the tea tray as she promptly passed out. This triggered the movement of the entire room. Harry and Remus seized either of Ron’s arms. Which really wasn’t necessary, as Molly had fallen clear on top of him, pinning the struggling man to the couch. Dumbledore had managed to silence him, which was a good thing, as obscenities of all sorts would surely have been heard. Becca and Blaise were trying to revive Mrs. Weasley fanning her and speaking softly. The other women ushered the children to the side. Arthur stood.

“I’d like to welcome you to my family, son.” He shook Draco’s hand. Then told the room. “I think it’s time we all went to bed. Goodnight.” The room slowly emptied. Ron was still struggling under his unconscious mother. As Arthur passed the couple he whispered softly to Ginny. “Put a good locking hex on your room tonight, darling.”

Later on as they lay safely in Ginny’s old room they spoke softly.

“Well, that went well.” Draco said sharply.

“Could have been worse. They didn’t kill us.” Ginny replied.

“Correction, love, didn’t kill us yet.” Draco continued moodily. “Yet being the important word in that sentence.”

“It’ll be all right. Mum and Dad accepted and it seemed Ron was the only one upset. Just don’t go anywhere alone for a while.” She joked. “It’ll all pass. Everything will be fine in the morning, love, I promise.” Ginny said and with that she fell asleep, but Draco lay awake, hearing every creak, every sound in the old house, eyes wide, anticipating the dreadful morning to come.

AN. That’s the second chapter. Please tell me if it was liked. I worked on it for several hours so please tell me it was worth it. Chapter three should be coming up. And it most definitely will feature our two favorite twins and their wild antics.