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A Chilly Reception
Disclaimer: I live in Texas, not Scotland, so I am obviously not JK Rowling. I’m
just playing with the wonderful characters that she created. I promise that I will put them
back the way I found them when I’m done!
AN: Here’s the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R.
My muse loves the attention.
Visited Upon the Son
© SparkyCSI
12. A Chilly Reception
A short and trying week later, Draco and Hermione were preparing to Floo to the Burrow.
Draco looked at Hermione with a little concern in his eyes. She looked like she hadn’t been
sleeping well. “Mia? Are you okay?”
Hermione sighed; nightmares had been invading her dreams. “It was just a rough week. The
children were extremely unruly this week.”
Draco nodded his understanding. “Thankfully, none of them caused any explosions in
Potions.” He shuddered in memory. “Although, it was close. It was almost like all of the
children lost their ability to concentrate.”
“It usually is this bad the week before Christmas. They all just want to get out of here.
Luckily, they all are returning home this year. Last year, Minerva and I stayed here for
the three students that didn’t go home.”
“I hated the Christmas’ that I had to spend here. It was usually because my father was in a
foul mood and Mother wanted to spare me from him,” Draco admitted.
“I almost always stayed for Harry so he wouldn’t have to go back to those awful people who
were his family.” Hermione shuddered at the memory of meeting the Dursley’s.
“Were they really that bad?” Draco asked.
Hermione looked at him, a fire coming to her eyes. “He lived in a cupboard under the stairs
for ten years of his life. What do you think?”
Draco shook his head. “No wonder he hated me,” he murmured as he remembered how cruel he
was to him. He shook his head to clear his memories and picked up Hermione’s valise. “You
ready to leave?”
Hermione nodded as she picked up a handful of Floo Powder. Throwing it into the fire she
called out, “The Burrow!”
Draco watched her disappear in the green flames as he followed suit. When he exited the
fire, he self consciously brushed the ash from his clothes. He looked around at the welcome
Hermione was getting.
Arthur watched Draco out of the corner of his eyes, wanting to see how he reacted to the
boisterous family. He predictably hung back, watching the chaos. He smiled lightly and
walked over to him. “They can be very loud, so if you want to sleep in, make sure you put a
Silencing charm around your room at night.”
Draco looked in shock at the patriarch of the Wesley family. “Um, thank you sir,” he
responded. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He made a motion to the suitcases he was carrying.
“Where can I put these?”
“Follow me,” Arthur said walking towards the stairs.
Draco followed him, marveling in the differences between this household and the one he grew
up in. Whilst the Weasley’s were not swimming in money, the love that enveloped the family
caused a pang of jealousy to wash over him. He studied the quirky little house in
fascination until Arthur stopped at a door.
“You’ll be in here. This is Percy’s old room. Hermione is across the hall in Charlie’s old
room,” he said before turning and pointing at a third door. “This is the washroom. Oh, and
be careful and do not under any circumstances enter the last door at the end of the hall.
That’s the twins’ room and I’m not exactly sure what they may have stored in there.”
Draco suppressed a shudder at the memory of the pranks that Fred and George had played on
him until they had left Hogwarts. “I will definitely avoid that room, then. Thank you Mr.
Weasley,” he said sincerely.
Arthur smiled at the young man. “Please, call me Arthur. We consider Hermione to be a
daughter to us and soon you will be part of the family.”
Draco looked at him. “I’ll try, sir, but I’m at a bit of a loss. I’ve never been around
such a close knit family before.”
Arthur laughed. “We do take some getting used to,” he said as he turned walk back
downstairs.
Draco looked around and quickly placed the suitcases in the room. Straightening his
shoulders, he walked back downstairs. When he entered the sitting room, he felt a weight
press down on his chest as he discovered two children snuggled up on either side of
Hermione. His mind flashed back to his dream and he fought to take in a breath.
Hermione raised her eyes to the stunned look on Draco’s face and smiled sweetly. “Jamie?
Lily? Would you like to say hello to Draco?”
The two children glanced at the unfamiliar man. “Who is he, Aunt Mia?” Lily asked in a
hushed voice.
Hermione lowered her head to whisper back to her, “He’s my boyfriend.”
Lily scrunched her nose up. “Eww. Boys are gross!” Hermione just laughed as the little
girl stared up at Draco.
Draco walked up to the couch and crouched down in front of them. “Hi,” he said uncertainly.
“I’m Draco.”
Lily looked at him, her green eyes boring into his silver ones. “You have nice eyes,” she
stated before jumping into his arms. James just burrowed deeper into Hermione’s arms, not
looking at him.
Hermione looked at the confused look on his face. “Draco, meet James and Lily Potter.
Ginny’s children.”
Draco looked down at Lily. “Nice to meet you, Lily.” Then he glanced over to James. “Nice
to meet you, too, James.” He stood up and shifted Lily more securely into his arms, then
sat down next to Hermione. He turned to her and asked, “Who is here?”
Hermione looked at him, seeing trepidation in his eyes. “Molly, Arthur, Ginny and the
twins. The rest of the family will come over on Christmas Eve.” Her eyes grew serious.
“Molly and Arthur have put the past behind them and Ginny will probably not do anything, but
you need to watch out for the twins. I don’t know how Bill will feel, but I trust him to
control himself. I don’t trust Fred and George.”
Draco nodded, understanding her warning. He looked down a Lily, surprised about how quickly
she accepted him. He felt emotion welling up in his chest by how much holding Lily felt
right to him.
Ginny walked into the room to see the homely scene that Draco and Hermione made, sitting on
the couch with her children in their arms. She looked at them cautiously, not sure of how
to proceed with Draco. She knew that he had been cleared of all charges, but that didn’t
alleviate the uneasiness she felt.
Draco looked at her, sensing her uneasiness. “How are you doing, Ginny?”
“I’m well, thank you. You?”
“I’m doing well.” Draco looked up as Molly walked into the room.
“Lunch is ready,” she stated simply.
Hermione looked down at James. “Jamie, sweetheart, you’ll have to get up if you want to eat
lunch.” James out up reluctantly and held onto Hermione’s hand tightly when Draco stood
up.
They walked into the dining room, Lily refusing to let Draco put her down. She started to
whine when he tried to set her in a chair. Ginny said to her sternly, “Lilith. Stop
whining and sit at the table like a big girl.”
Lily looked at her mother. “Yes Mummy.”
Draco looked at her in gratitude, not knowing exactly to handle children. As Hermione got
James settled, he pulled out her chair for her.
“Thanks,” she said as she finally sat down and they began to pass the food around the
table.
The conversation was a little stilted as they dished out their food. Molly and Ginny were
shooting covert glances at Draco, expecting the worst. Draco, on the other hand, was trying
his hardest to be pleasant. He looked around at the table and at the simple foods and knew
from Molly’s look that she has expecting him to throw a fit.
He took a bite of the cottage pie and smiled. “Mrs. Weasley, this is delicious,” he said
with sincerity.
Molly looked at him with suspicion in her eyes. “Thank you, Draco. I’m glad that you like
it. It’s just a simple cottage pie,” she said graciously.
Ginny looked at Draco, still reserving her judgment on him, but not wanting to antagonize
him. She carefully watched both him and Hermione throughout dinner. She noticed that
Hermione was a lot more open to him than she had expected, but it was Draco that surprised
her the most.
As he looked at Hermione, when she wasn’t paying attention, Ginny noticed emotion shimmering
in his eyes. Oh Merlin, she realized with a start. I think he may be in love
with her! I need to talk to Mum about this. Feeling a little more secure in Hermione’s
future, she relaxed back and began to enjoy the conversation.
----------------------------------
When Draco awoke on Christmas Eve, he was feeling a little better about his reception. It
has taken a few days for Molly and Ginny to warm up to him, but they were slowly losing
their uneasiness around him. He knew that the big test would be today. He was
understandably nervous about Fred and George’s reaction to him.
He got out of bed and soon was sitting at the table, bacon and eggs sitting in front of him.
“This looks wonderful, Mrs. Weasley,” he began before there was a large bang and the door
flew open, causing him to drop his fork.
“Fred! George!” Molly yelled. “Do not damage this house. If you want to act like bulls in
a china shop then you can just leave.” She had a smile on her face as she finished her
scolding.
“Mum! You could never to that to us,” the twins chorused together as they swept into the
room. Both stopped in their tracks as they saw Draco sitting at the table.
“Oh look,” Fred started. “It’s the amazing bouncing ferret.”
Draco winched at the jab and fought down a scathing comeback. “Fred. George. I’ve heard
good things about your store. Congratulations,” he said mildly.
George ignored him. “Mum? Why is he here?”
“He’s here because he is my fiancé, George,” Hermione said from the doorway.
“Mia!” the twins shouted whilst running to her and wrapping her in a bear hug. “You mean
the Ministry is making you marry that git?”
Draco fought down jealousy as the twins hugged her and the anger at their words. Can’t
you at least give me a chance to prove that I’ve changed, he thought scathingly.
“Fred, please refrain from calling him names. Draco has changed and he is not the git you
remember from school. If you don’t…” she trailed off threateningly.
Fred held up his hands in surrender. “Fine. I’ll refrain from calling him names,” he said
before smirking at her.
Hermione just harrumphed as she sat next to Draco at the table. Fred and George sat across
from them. Molly, trying to alleviate any tension, quickly sat the food in front of them
and they proceeded to eat in piece.
Draco paused from his eating for a second, turning to Hermione. “So, when do we open the
gifts?”
Hermione looked at him. “Usually after Christmas dinner. Although, the kids can never
wait, so they are allowed to open one present when they wake up. This year, I want to take
them to a Muggle Christmas Eve church service. I think it will be a good experience for
them.”
Draco looked at her, puzzled. “Why?”
“It’s like seeing a different culture. My parents didn’t take me to church often, but we
always went on Christmas Eve. The service is about a message of hope.”
Draco nodded at her. “Hope is important. It was hope that helped me make it through the
year in hiding. Can I come?”
Hermione smiled. “Of course!”
Both turned back to their food, unaware that Fred and George had sprinkled a powder over
Draco’s food. Draco took another bite of the scrambled eggs and suddenly his hair turned
bright pink.
Hermione looked up as Fred and George burst into a fit of laughter. She glanced at Draco
and sighed in annoyance. “Fred, George. What in Merlin’s name did you do to Draco’s
food?”
Draco looked at her confused. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked with a little panic edging
his voice.
Hermione pursed her lips before shooting a death glare at the twins. “Your hair is pink.”
“What!” Draco exclaimed. He jumped up from the table and ran to the washroom to look in a
mirror while both Hermione and Molly glared at Fred and George.
“What?” George asked. “He was asking for it. Serves the git right!”
“Fred. George,” Molly growled. “That young man has changed his life. He is no longer the
boy he was in school. Let the past rest.” She delivered another glare to them. “There
will be no more playing pranks on him or you will not get your Christmas gifts,” she
threatened.
Both of them looked at her in shock and then lowered their heads in defeat. “Yes Mum,” they
chorused together.
Molly turned and left the room. Hermione just stared at them. “Is it permanent?”
The twins looked at her, seeing the disappointment in her eyes. “No. It’ll wear off in a
couple of hours. It’s a new hair tonic that we are trying. I think it was successful,
George. Don’t you?”
George nodded. “That is was, Fred. I think we can put these out for sale on Boxing Day.”
Hermione just sighed as she got up from the table. At the doorway, she turned and glared at
him. “You do that again, both of you will be at the end of my wand.”
Fred and George just looked at her as she left the room, identical smiles on their
faces.
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goldentrio – Then you are waiting for chapters 14 and 15! Thanks! I originally wrote
11, 12 and 13 as one chapter, but it was better to split them up!
Avanell – Cool! I’m glad you did! Alerts are fab and that’s the one thing that AFF.net
doesn’t have! I like Hermione and Draco together, so I usually write them together. I will
warn you, there will be some chapters that have alternate versions on AFF.net due to adult
content, but I will warn people when I post them!
Celestial_artemis – First off, I love your penname! You’re right it was short, it was a
kinda transition chapter to 11! Thanks for the review!
Me – Thanks! I’m glad you your are liking how it is going so far!
just playing with the wonderful characters that she created. I promise that I will put them
back the way I found them when I’m done!
AN: Here’s the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R.
My muse loves the attention.
© SparkyCSI
12. A Chilly Reception
A short and trying week later, Draco and Hermione were preparing to Floo to the Burrow.
Draco looked at Hermione with a little concern in his eyes. She looked like she hadn’t been
sleeping well. “Mia? Are you okay?”
Hermione sighed; nightmares had been invading her dreams. “It was just a rough week. The
children were extremely unruly this week.”
Draco nodded his understanding. “Thankfully, none of them caused any explosions in
Potions.” He shuddered in memory. “Although, it was close. It was almost like all of the
children lost their ability to concentrate.”
“It usually is this bad the week before Christmas. They all just want to get out of here.
Luckily, they all are returning home this year. Last year, Minerva and I stayed here for
the three students that didn’t go home.”
“I hated the Christmas’ that I had to spend here. It was usually because my father was in a
foul mood and Mother wanted to spare me from him,” Draco admitted.
“I almost always stayed for Harry so he wouldn’t have to go back to those awful people who
were his family.” Hermione shuddered at the memory of meeting the Dursley’s.
“Were they really that bad?” Draco asked.
Hermione looked at him, a fire coming to her eyes. “He lived in a cupboard under the stairs
for ten years of his life. What do you think?”
Draco shook his head. “No wonder he hated me,” he murmured as he remembered how cruel he
was to him. He shook his head to clear his memories and picked up Hermione’s valise. “You
ready to leave?”
Hermione nodded as she picked up a handful of Floo Powder. Throwing it into the fire she
called out, “The Burrow!”
Draco watched her disappear in the green flames as he followed suit. When he exited the
fire, he self consciously brushed the ash from his clothes. He looked around at the welcome
Hermione was getting.
Arthur watched Draco out of the corner of his eyes, wanting to see how he reacted to the
boisterous family. He predictably hung back, watching the chaos. He smiled lightly and
walked over to him. “They can be very loud, so if you want to sleep in, make sure you put a
Silencing charm around your room at night.”
Draco looked in shock at the patriarch of the Wesley family. “Um, thank you sir,” he
responded. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He made a motion to the suitcases he was carrying.
“Where can I put these?”
“Follow me,” Arthur said walking towards the stairs.
Draco followed him, marveling in the differences between this household and the one he grew
up in. Whilst the Weasley’s were not swimming in money, the love that enveloped the family
caused a pang of jealousy to wash over him. He studied the quirky little house in
fascination until Arthur stopped at a door.
“You’ll be in here. This is Percy’s old room. Hermione is across the hall in Charlie’s old
room,” he said before turning and pointing at a third door. “This is the washroom. Oh, and
be careful and do not under any circumstances enter the last door at the end of the hall.
That’s the twins’ room and I’m not exactly sure what they may have stored in there.”
Draco suppressed a shudder at the memory of the pranks that Fred and George had played on
him until they had left Hogwarts. “I will definitely avoid that room, then. Thank you Mr.
Weasley,” he said sincerely.
Arthur smiled at the young man. “Please, call me Arthur. We consider Hermione to be a
daughter to us and soon you will be part of the family.”
Draco looked at him. “I’ll try, sir, but I’m at a bit of a loss. I’ve never been around
such a close knit family before.”
Arthur laughed. “We do take some getting used to,” he said as he turned walk back
downstairs.
Draco looked around and quickly placed the suitcases in the room. Straightening his
shoulders, he walked back downstairs. When he entered the sitting room, he felt a weight
press down on his chest as he discovered two children snuggled up on either side of
Hermione. His mind flashed back to his dream and he fought to take in a breath.
Hermione raised her eyes to the stunned look on Draco’s face and smiled sweetly. “Jamie?
Lily? Would you like to say hello to Draco?”
The two children glanced at the unfamiliar man. “Who is he, Aunt Mia?” Lily asked in a
hushed voice.
Hermione lowered her head to whisper back to her, “He’s my boyfriend.”
Lily scrunched her nose up. “Eww. Boys are gross!” Hermione just laughed as the little
girl stared up at Draco.
Draco walked up to the couch and crouched down in front of them. “Hi,” he said uncertainly.
“I’m Draco.”
Lily looked at him, her green eyes boring into his silver ones. “You have nice eyes,” she
stated before jumping into his arms. James just burrowed deeper into Hermione’s arms, not
looking at him.
Hermione looked at the confused look on his face. “Draco, meet James and Lily Potter.
Ginny’s children.”
Draco looked down at Lily. “Nice to meet you, Lily.” Then he glanced over to James. “Nice
to meet you, too, James.” He stood up and shifted Lily more securely into his arms, then
sat down next to Hermione. He turned to her and asked, “Who is here?”
Hermione looked at him, seeing trepidation in his eyes. “Molly, Arthur, Ginny and the
twins. The rest of the family will come over on Christmas Eve.” Her eyes grew serious.
“Molly and Arthur have put the past behind them and Ginny will probably not do anything, but
you need to watch out for the twins. I don’t know how Bill will feel, but I trust him to
control himself. I don’t trust Fred and George.”
Draco nodded, understanding her warning. He looked down a Lily, surprised about how quickly
she accepted him. He felt emotion welling up in his chest by how much holding Lily felt
right to him.
Ginny walked into the room to see the homely scene that Draco and Hermione made, sitting on
the couch with her children in their arms. She looked at them cautiously, not sure of how
to proceed with Draco. She knew that he had been cleared of all charges, but that didn’t
alleviate the uneasiness she felt.
Draco looked at her, sensing her uneasiness. “How are you doing, Ginny?”
“I’m well, thank you. You?”
“I’m doing well.” Draco looked up as Molly walked into the room.
“Lunch is ready,” she stated simply.
Hermione looked down at James. “Jamie, sweetheart, you’ll have to get up if you want to eat
lunch.” James out up reluctantly and held onto Hermione’s hand tightly when Draco stood
up.
They walked into the dining room, Lily refusing to let Draco put her down. She started to
whine when he tried to set her in a chair. Ginny said to her sternly, “Lilith. Stop
whining and sit at the table like a big girl.”
Lily looked at her mother. “Yes Mummy.”
Draco looked at her in gratitude, not knowing exactly to handle children. As Hermione got
James settled, he pulled out her chair for her.
“Thanks,” she said as she finally sat down and they began to pass the food around the
table.
The conversation was a little stilted as they dished out their food. Molly and Ginny were
shooting covert glances at Draco, expecting the worst. Draco, on the other hand, was trying
his hardest to be pleasant. He looked around at the table and at the simple foods and knew
from Molly’s look that she has expecting him to throw a fit.
He took a bite of the cottage pie and smiled. “Mrs. Weasley, this is delicious,” he said
with sincerity.
Molly looked at him with suspicion in her eyes. “Thank you, Draco. I’m glad that you like
it. It’s just a simple cottage pie,” she said graciously.
Ginny looked at Draco, still reserving her judgment on him, but not wanting to antagonize
him. She carefully watched both him and Hermione throughout dinner. She noticed that
Hermione was a lot more open to him than she had expected, but it was Draco that surprised
her the most.
As he looked at Hermione, when she wasn’t paying attention, Ginny noticed emotion shimmering
in his eyes. Oh Merlin, she realized with a start. I think he may be in love
with her! I need to talk to Mum about this. Feeling a little more secure in Hermione’s
future, she relaxed back and began to enjoy the conversation.
When Draco awoke on Christmas Eve, he was feeling a little better about his reception. It
has taken a few days for Molly and Ginny to warm up to him, but they were slowly losing
their uneasiness around him. He knew that the big test would be today. He was
understandably nervous about Fred and George’s reaction to him.
He got out of bed and soon was sitting at the table, bacon and eggs sitting in front of him.
“This looks wonderful, Mrs. Weasley,” he began before there was a large bang and the door
flew open, causing him to drop his fork.
“Fred! George!” Molly yelled. “Do not damage this house. If you want to act like bulls in
a china shop then you can just leave.” She had a smile on her face as she finished her
scolding.
“Mum! You could never to that to us,” the twins chorused together as they swept into the
room. Both stopped in their tracks as they saw Draco sitting at the table.
“Oh look,” Fred started. “It’s the amazing bouncing ferret.”
Draco winched at the jab and fought down a scathing comeback. “Fred. George. I’ve heard
good things about your store. Congratulations,” he said mildly.
George ignored him. “Mum? Why is he here?”
“He’s here because he is my fiancé, George,” Hermione said from the doorway.
“Mia!” the twins shouted whilst running to her and wrapping her in a bear hug. “You mean
the Ministry is making you marry that git?”
Draco fought down jealousy as the twins hugged her and the anger at their words. Can’t
you at least give me a chance to prove that I’ve changed, he thought scathingly.
“Fred, please refrain from calling him names. Draco has changed and he is not the git you
remember from school. If you don’t…” she trailed off threateningly.
Fred held up his hands in surrender. “Fine. I’ll refrain from calling him names,” he said
before smirking at her.
Hermione just harrumphed as she sat next to Draco at the table. Fred and George sat across
from them. Molly, trying to alleviate any tension, quickly sat the food in front of them
and they proceeded to eat in piece.
Draco paused from his eating for a second, turning to Hermione. “So, when do we open the
gifts?”
Hermione looked at him. “Usually after Christmas dinner. Although, the kids can never
wait, so they are allowed to open one present when they wake up. This year, I want to take
them to a Muggle Christmas Eve church service. I think it will be a good experience for
them.”
Draco looked at her, puzzled. “Why?”
“It’s like seeing a different culture. My parents didn’t take me to church often, but we
always went on Christmas Eve. The service is about a message of hope.”
Draco nodded at her. “Hope is important. It was hope that helped me make it through the
year in hiding. Can I come?”
Hermione smiled. “Of course!”
Both turned back to their food, unaware that Fred and George had sprinkled a powder over
Draco’s food. Draco took another bite of the scrambled eggs and suddenly his hair turned
bright pink.
Hermione looked up as Fred and George burst into a fit of laughter. She glanced at Draco
and sighed in annoyance. “Fred, George. What in Merlin’s name did you do to Draco’s
food?”
Draco looked at her confused. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked with a little panic edging
his voice.
Hermione pursed her lips before shooting a death glare at the twins. “Your hair is pink.”
“What!” Draco exclaimed. He jumped up from the table and ran to the washroom to look in a
mirror while both Hermione and Molly glared at Fred and George.
“What?” George asked. “He was asking for it. Serves the git right!”
“Fred. George,” Molly growled. “That young man has changed his life. He is no longer the
boy he was in school. Let the past rest.” She delivered another glare to them. “There
will be no more playing pranks on him or you will not get your Christmas gifts,” she
threatened.
Both of them looked at her in shock and then lowered their heads in defeat. “Yes Mum,” they
chorused together.
Molly turned and left the room. Hermione just stared at them. “Is it permanent?”
The twins looked at her, seeing the disappointment in her eyes. “No. It’ll wear off in a
couple of hours. It’s a new hair tonic that we are trying. I think it was successful,
George. Don’t you?”
George nodded. “That is was, Fred. I think we can put these out for sale on Boxing Day.”
Hermione just sighed as she got up from the table. At the doorway, she turned and glared at
him. “You do that again, both of you will be at the end of my wand.”
Fred and George just looked at her as she left the room, identical smiles on their
faces.
goldentrio – Then you are waiting for chapters 14 and 15! Thanks! I originally wrote
11, 12 and 13 as one chapter, but it was better to split them up!
Avanell – Cool! I’m glad you did! Alerts are fab and that’s the one thing that AFF.net
doesn’t have! I like Hermione and Draco together, so I usually write them together. I will
warn you, there will be some chapters that have alternate versions on AFF.net due to adult
content, but I will warn people when I post them!
Celestial_artemis – First off, I love your penname! You’re right it was short, it was a
kinda transition chapter to 11! Thanks for the review!
Me – Thanks! I’m glad you your are liking how it is going so far!