draco100 - A cold welcome
Title: A cold welcome Author: nonskid Characters: Draco/Hermione, part of the Weasley family, Harry Word count: 100x5 Rating: PG Challenge: draco100 prompt #32: Draco and the Weasleys Disclaimer: own nothing and nobody
“Draco, please swear me you won’t hex them all,” Hermione pleaded while the two of them walked towards the Burrow. “I can’t promise anything,” he replied slyly. “Draco,” she hissed warningly. ”Where the hell do they live, anyway? Was it really necessary to end into a quagmire to get to their house?” Draco complained, feeling his trousers stuck to his legs with mud. “You sound like a little kid. We can use magic, don’t we?” Hermione pointed out sagely, taking care of their dirty clothes once they reached the fence around the Weasley’s property. They finally knocked on the door.
Saying Draco was welcomed by a glacial silence would be a misunderstanding. All five of the Weasley present were looking at him like some piece of dirt (to be nice) on Hermione’s arm. “Erm…dinner is almost ready,” Mrs Weasley broke the ice and led the way to the kitchen. Weaselbee may or may not have shouldered past Draco, hard, on purpose. They all took a seat. Draco pretended not to notice how they were all reluctant to seat near him and masked the slight hurt he felt (a surprising reaction) with one of his stoic faces. Dinner could finally start.
Point number one, the Weasleys barely talked to him or acknowledged him, for that matters. Number two, it looked like Hermione forgot about his presence next to her, too busy chit-chatting with Weaselette. Number three, Potter was a constant of Hermione and the Weasleys’ lives and of course was present at the dinner, currently glaring at Draco. His best friend Weasley number whatever participated to the staring contest every once in a while, maybe because he couldn’t stand looking at Draco for too long, seeing how he snatched Hermione under that freckled nose. That thought didn’t alleviate Draco’s boredom, though.
By the end of the evening, Draco had received at least four good, old fashioned threats. Weasley senior, the dumped Weasel, Potter and Weaselette, all took him to the side and made clear the fact that Hermione was one of them, that if he dared to hurt her they’d hunt him and he wouldn’t enjoy it, blah, blah. Draco was barely listening to them. He was surprised when, each of them in their own way, promised to act civilly towards him if he did the same, all for Hermione’s sake. Draco found himself agreeing without one of his bitter remarks.
“You behaved pretty well,” Hermione complimented Draco once they returned back home. “Yeah, well, my balls fell on the floor fairly quickly for the boredom, sparing you the effort to hex them off,” Draco exhaled, relaxing on the couch. “Exaggerated as usual,” Hermione rolled her eyes and snuggled next to him, “You think I should thank you for the patience?” “Yeah, I really think you should,” Draco nodded serious. “And how, if I may know?” she asked with a devious grin. Draco looked at her for a long time before affirming, “I think we’re both thinking about the same reward.”