LbN: It's back! APFMH has returned! Lol, I was looking through my fan fic files and decided to read all of my "dead end" fics. I couldn't stay away from this one. Especially since I'd gotten so far on it. A few things will be tweaked :). Happy reading!

Draco stared at the ceiling, trying hard to get his mind around the past week. Well, the past year, actually. For the past week, he had been shuffled around to Order member after Order member. They were trying to throw any tailing Death Eaters off of them before brining him here, the Burrow. He remembered each of the houses:

"Hello Mr. Shaklebolt," the Slytherin said, head bent.

"It's alright, Draco. Please call me Kinglsey," came the reply.

That conversation was Draco's most vivid memory of the house exchange, because it gave him hope that they wouldn't still hate him. They had gotten on well. He was a good bloke, Kingsley. He's not one to hold a grudge because of family members. Hestia Jones was a whole different story. Draco was pretty sure the only reason she agreed to keep him for the two days was that Potter asked her personally. It wasn't horrible though; she was cold, but she fed him well. Possibly the best, and worst, house was Tonks's. She was wonderful to him; happy to have a new "family convert" staying with her. What went wrong was on Draco's first night there:

Draco rolled out of bed and looked at the clock. 11:30. He was thirsty. He walked quietly to the kitchen, so as to not wake Tonks up. When he got to the doorway, he stopped. Because Tonks was already up. Up and making out in the kitchen with someone. A girl, redheaded someone…

"Weasley," he thought.

He was scarred for life. Not because he was at all homophobic; far from it. After all, Potter had told him that Weasley and he had been shacking up since the summer after fourth year, why should Ginny and Tonks bother him? No, it wasn't that; what bothered him was that he had gotten…er…extremely excited when he found them and was halfway through…taking care of that feeling before he remember that he was related to Tonks.

"Damn incestuous family tendencies…" he muttered.

"Price of being a pureblood," came a voice from either side of him.

"Inherit more than looks from your dad, eh Potter?" Draco smirked.

"Screw you, I didn't know I was related to Sirius. Plus it's distant. And I'm not obvious about it like you…" Harry told him.

"He's right Malfoy," Ron said, "It's a bit of a giveaway that you blush anytime you're around Tonks…"

"Shut it, the pair of you," Draco buried his head in his pillow, "And you're just as bad Weasley. Running around after Fred and George," he smiled into his pillow. He knew good and well that the twins were not lust objects for Weasley, but it would be funny watching him turn red. Sure enough…

"What?!?!?" Ron yelped and was promptly smacked in the face by two pillows.

"Shhhhh!" the other two hissed.

"I do NOT harbor anything but brotherly feelings toward any of my brothers or sister," Ron whispered.

Draco laughed quietly. This time it was his turn to get smacked in the face with pillows. "Knock that off," he whispered.

"You planning on going back to sleep any time soon?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Draco said. "You're the ones who started a conversation with me."

"Why don't you go see if Hermione wants some company?" Ron suggested. "That way we don't have to put up with your snoring…"

"I do NOT snore!" Draco protested. "Malfoy's don't snore."

"Whatever you say, mate."

"Listen, if you two want to shag, just tell me," Draco said, getting out of bed and smirking at them. "No need to accuse me of bad subconscious breathing habits."

"Good night, Malfoy."

Draco chuckled and slipped quietly out of the room.