Author's Notes

Sorry it's been so long since I updated. I had exams, and then I was working on my other WIP and a one-shot slave fic… anyway, here's chapter 7. I'm afraid it's ridiculously short, and you'll probably all hate me for that, but it was either that or wait for potentially days until I wrote more. At least it shows that I haven't given up on the fic doesn't it?

In fact, I now have a fairly clear idea where I'm going with the story. As said in the author's notes of my initial chapter, the story isn't going to be all that long – it should end around about the start of the new school year.

I can't remember if Mrs. Weasley has ever actually been introduced to Draco in canon, but at any rate she hasn't in my AU.


Draco sat nervously, looking out of the window of the moving train. The ride to London was almost over, and soon he would be in an unknown house, surrounded by redheaded Weasleys and in the company of his Patriarch. They were to spend twelve days in The Burrow, and then head to Grimmauld Place, where apparently his former Defence Against the Dark Arts professor Remus Lupin now resided.

He certainly could not say that he was looking forward to this summer. After all, the people he was staying with were a family – even Harry appeared to be an unofficial member – and he would be an outcast, no longer the enemy he had been, but not truly a friend either. Just someone under Potter's command, who had nowhere else to go.

Reluctantly, he put these thoughts away and concentrated on the conversation going on around him.

"Anyway, it all went wrong when Mum picked up the apple instead of Percy-" Ron paused for dramatic effect as he saw the comprehending grins of one of his best friends, and the amused but slightly disapproving one of Hermione. After a second he continued, detailing the efforts of his twin brothers to stop her from biting the fruit in question.

"What did she do to them?" asked Harry with a laugh.

"Yelled at them! I know my mum's good at telling people off, but wow, she went on for hours! Then she grounded them for two weeks, and took away their brooms. They got them back just before we came to pick you up for the summer."

The conversation continued for about another fifteen minutes, and then the Hogwarts Express came to a stop in King's Cross Station, London.


"Harry, dear! It's so good to see you."

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley," he answered, greeting her with a smile. "How are you?"

"I'm very well, thank you deary. And this must be Draco?"

"Yes – Draco, this is Ron's mother, Mrs. Weasley."

Draco greeted the woman far more politely than he ever had before for a Weasley. After all, he would be spending nearly two weeks in her household; it was only prudent that he remain on her good side.

Okay, and maybe he actually wanted to treat her with respect. After all, he was no longer the clone of his father that he had once been.

"Come along, everyone. Your father's waiting by the cars."

"Ministry cars again, Mum?" asked Ginny.

"Yes, he managed to get two of them since we have Harry travelling with us."

"The Minister's sucking up again. I wonder if it's because Harry killed You-Know-Who or because he's the Black Patriarch?" wondered Ron.

"Probably both," said Ginny, waving goodbye to one of her fifth-year friends. Hermione had already left the station with her muggle parents. She was off to Spain for four weeks on holiday, and would shortly after be coming to stay at Grimmauld Place.

They arrived at the car park, where Draco was gratified to see that the muggle-style (but magical) cars were both large and luxurious. Mr. Weasley hugged his children, greeted Harry, and stiffly shook hands with Draco.

"Everybody in then. Fred and George said they'll meet us at The Burrow, and Bill's at home too, so it will be a full house."

"At least Charlie and Percy won't be there or we'd never fit in!" commented Ron.

"Oh the twins aren't staying. They're living in the apartment over their shop at the moment. So Harry, you and Draco can have your own rooms if you want."

"Draco probably will," said Harry with a glance for confirmation. "But I'm fine sleeping in Ron's room."

"How do you know I don't want to kick you out?" said Ron teasingly.

"Fine! Maybe I should just leave entirely!"

The joking continued, leaving Draco feeling even more out of place than he had originally.