Ron Weasley laid on his bed throwing a beat up old snitch into the air and catching it. It glanced over at his Weird Sisters alarm clock. 12:01 AM. It was now June 26th; his sixteenth birthday. He stared up at the ceiling. "Why can't I sleep!" he screamed in his head.

There was a soft noise from the hallway and Ron heard footsteps coming his way. He pretended to be asleep. His mother still treated him like a child and forced him to sleep even in the summer. His door knob turned and two figures stepped into his room.

"You'll be staying here with Ron. Try to get some sleep, you can unpack in the morning." His mother's voice spoke in the darkness.

"Thank you ever so much." another familiar voice said, however he couldn't put his finger on it.

His mother excited the room and the other figure lit some candles to let some light in the room. Ron shot out of bed and nearly tripped over his own feet. "MALFOY!" He looked at his blonde enemy and restrained himself from lashing out and strangling the ferret boy.

"Calm down, weasel. I'm bunking with you for a while. Got a problem then get out."

"This is MY room."

"Actually, this isn't even your house... so how is this your room."

"This is as good as my house! Sirius would never have wanted you dirtying it up though!"

"It doesn't need any help being filthy, but it's kind of charming. Sinister enough anyway..."

"What in the bloody hell are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"I'm a guest, so I suggest you treat me like one." Draco made his way to the spare bed.

"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!"

"What, where else do you expect me to sleep?"

"The basement sounds good... or how about out in the street."

"Funny, I'm sure, but your mother said this is where I'm staying."

"I don't care. This is my room, and that's Harry's bed."

"Oh, saving it for your boyfriend are you? It's okay, if he comes for a visit, you two can just share a bed!"

Ron jumped at Draco, knocked him over, sat on top of him, and started punching him in the face. Draco screamed for his life like a coward and his nose began to bleed. Fred and George apparated from the floor above and started screaming things like "What's that prick doing here?" and "Get him Ron!"

Ginny came running from upstairs and screamed when she saw her brother beating the life out of Malfoy. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Remus Lupin, Mad Eye Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley all came running into the room dressed in their night outfits. "What is the meaning of this!" Kingsley screamed and lifted Ron easily off of Draco.

Ron squirmed around and tried to brake free of Kingsley's grip as he held him back. Everyone was yelling at the top of their lungs and no one could understand a word anyone else was saying. Soon Mrs. Black's unkind screams were added to the mix.

All of the men ran down stairs to try to shut the portrait up. Tonks yawned and waved goodnight to everyone before she left. Mrs. Weasley shooed Ginny, Fred, and George away. Then she turned to Ron with her nostrils flared. "What in the name of Merlin is wrong with you boy?!"

"Mum, he was insulting Harry. Not to mention me! What in the world is he doing here? You do know his good for nothing father is a bloody Death Eater, don't you?!"

"You forgot my mother." Draco smirked.

"THAT'S A CONFESSION!" Ron screamed.

"Lower your voice! You're going to set Black off again." Mrs. Weasley scolded.

"Sorry mum" Ron pouted.

"It's not a confession, because his mother was already arrested last night. He's alone now. He has o free family-"

"So you bring him here?! Isn't no FREE family saying anything about his kind?!" Ron bellowed.

"Ronald Weasley! I expect better of you! This is not the way I've raised you! Have an open mind! As I was saying, he is alone now. As a student of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore couldn't just let him become an orphan. The order will be taking care of him like one of our own. Besides, he could be useful. He will be staying with you, weather you like it or not. Good night boys. I don't want to hear another peep out of ether of you." she excited before Ron could say anything else.

He stormed over to his bed and hid under the blankets and held a pillow over his head to silence his screams. Draco sat on his new bed and chuckled. "Is this house always this exciting?" When Ron didn't answer him he laid down and went to sleep.

Ron woke up seven hours later and walked down to the kitchen. "Morning Remus." He yawned. "Where's my parents?" Lupin folded the newspaper he was reading, took a sip of his coffee, and smiled at Ron.

"Sorry, they had some errands to run with Snape for Dumbledore."

"But it's my birthday!"

"Sorry, mate, good news though. You've got some letters!"

"Letter's won't make up for the fact that I woke up this morning and saw that the dream I had about Malfoy showing up here wasn't really a dream."

"Well... I bought some more Chocolate Frogs!" Lupin tried to cheer him up.

"YUM!" Ron sprinted for the cabinet and started eating a few. He opened his letters from Harry, Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Hagrid, Percy, and Charlie. He received some really great gifts and candy. He grinned widely when he was done.

Things were looking up, until Malfoy walked in. "What's there to eat in this run down place anyway?" he spat. Ron and Lupin rolled their eyes and ignored the blonde. "Fine! Ignore me... like I want to talk to you freaks anyway." he walked over to the cabinet, took a chocolate frog, and left.

"Ron, there's something we need to talk about." Lupin said sadly.

"Who died?" Ron braced himself, knowing this voice all too well.

"No, no! Heavens no! No one has died. I'm probably the closest one to you here, so Dumbledore has asked me to be the one to tell you. Draco is bunked with you for a reason. You kind of have to baby sit him..."

"Baby sit?! He's older than I am!"

"He also happens to be the son of Voldemort's right hand man."

"And your point is?"

"Ron, he can't leave this house. He can't send out any letters. If he receives any mail, it's up to you to find it and bring it to us. He has got to be a good source of information. Even if now, we've got to keep him from giving anyone else information about us."

"Why me..." Ron mumbled.

"Hey, you're always asking to be part of the order. This is your big chance."

"Oh great..." Ron rolled his eyes, collected his things, and made his way back to his bed room.

He quietly made his way through the hall way past the portrait, up the stairs past the mounted heads, and into his room. He walked over to his wardrobe and placed his new things onto of it. He opened the blinds to let in some sun.

A lump under the blankets in the opposite bed groaned. "Oh shut it." Ron snapped. He took out "Standard Book of Spells, Level 6." and began to read. The lump on the other bed tossed and turned uncomfortably due to all of the light radiating in.

Ron began one of his Essays and referred back to the book when he needed to. It was a little hard to do with the constant groans from the lump and the squeaky noise of the bed every time he flipped around. Soon he threw down his book, jumped out of his bed, and stalked over to the lump.

"Get up!" he screamed and pulled the covers off of Draco. "Oh for Gods sake! Dress yourself!" he grimaced at the sight of Draco in his silk boxers. Draco tried to pull the blankets back on, but when he couldn't he reluctantly got up.

"What's your problem Weasley. I was trying to go back to sleep."

"You're my problem. I'm trying to do some school work here."

Draco laughed and left the room, still in his boxers. Ron could tell this was definitely going to be a long summer. Hermione wasn't coming for another month, and who knew if Harry would ever be allowed over. He'd be stuck in a room with Malfoy, and his parents weren't even there for him on his birthday.

"Life sucks..." he whined and went downstairs to start cleaning.

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