Ginny had no clue what made her let him in that night, but she must have had a good reason.

The gash in his shoulder, maybe.

Or, the fact that he was soaking wet in the middle of a storm.

Maybe the fact that it was almost midnight.

Whichever it was, she had let Draco Malfoy into the Burrow.

Actually, she had half-carried him, because he had passed out.


The knock at the door cut through the sound of the pouring rain, causing Ginny to jump and burn herself on the cocoa she had been drinking.

She slowly got up from the faded red sofa where she had been reading her favorite book.

Who could be knocking at this hour?

Her parents and siblings were already downstaris, wands at the ready in case it was someone deadly.

"Open the door Ginny" her father said, pulling a robe over his pajamas.

Ginny did, and a soaking wet figure fell into her arms, splashing her with blood and rain.

Molly gasped and lit a lamp while Ron helped Ginny carry the person over to the table.

They turned him over, and they all gasped.

There, laying on the scarred wood of the Weasley family table, was Draco Malfoy.

Ron turned bright red, and started yelling about kicking him out.

Ginny turned pale and sat on the sofa before she passed out.

Meanwhile, Molly got out her wand and started performing some healing hexes on his shoulder.

"Mum!!! What the hell are you doing?"

Molly didn't even look over at her enraged son.

"I'm healing him"

Ron was lost for words.

"B-but he's a Malfoy!!!"

"Malfoy or not, he needs medical attention"

Ron growled, then stomped upstairs to go back to bed.

After a few moments, Molly straightened up and cast a levitation spell on the unconcious boy, then gave to wand to Ginny.

"Ginny dear, take him up to the spare bedroom, will you?"

Ginny grudgingly did, taking him up the stairs and into the guest bedroom.

As she turned to leave, Ginny noticed the moonlight reflecting on Malfoy's face, and realized that he was actually quite handsome.

"Goodnight" she whispered, then left, shutting the door behind her.

Draco woke up the next morning with a monstrous headache.

He remembered being stabbed, but nothing after. Where the heck was he?

He got up, and found himself dressed in his robes, that was a good sign. His wand was missing, but he always could steal it back if necessary.

He went downstairs, marveling at how rickety and messy the house was.

Then, he walked into what he found was the kitchen, and was met with his worst nightmare

He had knocked on the door of the Weasleys.

At first, he opened his mouth to snarl something to them, but Mrs. Weasley gestured to the table with the frying pan she was holding.

"There's a plate there for you Draco, please eat up"

Draco shut his mouth quickly, surprised that she would feed him.

He sat down, noticing that he was sitting next to the youngest Weasley, Ginny.


Her name sounded so pretty.

He shook himself slightly, then started to eat the plate of eggs and Bacon, realizing that he was famished.

Ginny couldn't help taking a glance at Draco from behind her curtain of red hair.

"Please pass the syrup" He said, making her jump and put her elbow in the butter dish.

Instantly, the whole table was laughing at her. The last time she had done that was when she was twelve and Harry caught her staring at him across the table.

She flushed, and practically threw the bottle of syrup at him, then put her plate in the sink and left, stomping upstairs and slamming her door behind her.

After the plates had been cleared away and Ginny had come back downstairs, Arthur Weasley sat down across from Draco and started to clean his glasses.

"I suppose you want to know why i'm here, sir"

Draco hadn't meant to add the 'sir' onto his sentence, but his manners got in the way.

"I suppose i do" Mr. Weasley said, placing his glasses back on his head.

"I was kicked out"

Mr. Weasley nodded and started cleaning his glasses again, picking at a miniscule piece of dirt.

"May I ask why?"

Draco shook his head and sat back, folding his hands in his lap.

"Very well Draco, your reasons are your own, I understand"

Draco nodded again as Arthur continued.

"I feel that even though we have not seen eye to eye, I am entitled to offer you a place to stay"

"I'm sorry sir, but I must be going" Draco said as he stood up.

"Don't be silly dear, you have nowhere to go" Mrs. Weasley said, looking at him kindly as she dried a plate.

Draco took another step towards the door, the conflict clear on his face.

"Maybe we should have a family vote" Ginny said, drying off another plate.

Mr and Mrs. Weasley nodded.

"Ginny, call everyone down here, Harry and Hermione too"

GInny nodded and ran upstairs, coming back down with the entire Weasley family and sitting down at the table.


Draco hadn't realized that there were that many of them.

Potter and Granger too.


"Okay everyone, we're having a family vote on whether we let Draco stay with us, Oldest to youngest, I vote yes"

Molly turned from the dishes.


That was two in his favor.

Bill stood up next.


Then Charlie.


That was four.



One against him.

Fred and George were also No's, as was Ron.

Harry was a surprising Yes, and Hermione was a No.

That left...



There was no way she would vote in his favor.




"I guess that settles it, you are now officially welcome here" Mr. Weasley said, smiling.

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