He gets that from me

A/N: Ok, I’ll start by saying to those who have read my other FF, Fireball’s Frustration, it is on hold for the moment as my laptop died *Taps can be heard playing* on it was the next chapter (or at least the start of it -_-; ) so, in the meantime, I have a one shot song fic.

This song is “He gets that from me” by Reba McEntire. Yes, I know there are other ones out there titled the same, but mine has my infamous twist involved (inserts LARGE overinflated ego).

Dedication: Mi drago, you are the one who turned me on to this ship when I never thought it possible. Yes, I will still argue that it’s supposed to be Ron/Hermione, but for you, I’ll make this one for you. ^_~

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The war was in full swing now. Death Eaters were taking great pride in attacking what they knew to be Order member’s homes. One of these was the Burrow. Only one Order member of that infamous family, The Weasleys, was at home that night. Ron. The rest of his family, including his wife Hermione, were at the Headquarters at 12 Grimmauld Place, London. Ron had stayed behind.

Ron had barely laid down in bed for the night before he heard the tell-tale sound of people apparating nearby. Cursing softly he rushed to leave the house, only carrying a large bundle to his chest. His hands moving quickly to grip the broom by the door, balancing the bundle against his chest and lifting off he flew out into the open air as curses buzzed past him.

In all of his 21 years of life, Ronald Weasley couldn’t remember ever being so scared, yet he knew just what he had to do. Ron wasn’t sure how long into the night he’d flown or where he was before he landed in a clearing. He wasn’t entirely sure of the Burrow was still standing or what the bloody hell was going on, but he knew that he had to get in contact with Hermione and his family.

Ron and Hermione had gotten married one spring day just the year after graduating Hogwarts. Mostly because it was expected of them, and Ron had never spoken against it. No one really knew Ron’s feelings for someone else. Someone that Ron thought was forbidden to him and had been far too chicken to say anything besides harsh words to. Yes, Ron did admire Hermione, but he wasn’t in love with her as he was for the wizard that had captured his heart years before.

The bundle cradled against his chest had started to shift a little bit. A relieved sigh escaped Ron’s lips as he looked down at the toddler clinging to him. A head of fiery red hair, chocolate brown eyes he knew were hidden behind closed eyelids, a small splattering of freckles along his long nose, he was Ron’s one pride and joy. Still asleep and clutching Leo, his stuffed lion, Alexandre snuggled into his father’s chest. Holding Alex close to him, Ron minimized the broom with a quick spell and pocketed the broom. His steel blue-green orbs glancing around to see where they could hide or find a house to either hide or to help them to get in touch with the Order. Ron was grateful that it was late spring, the night wasn’t too cold for the walk.

The Malfoy family had stayed neutral through the war after Lucius’ disappearance in Draco’s 7th year and Narcissa’s death not long after. Draco had inherited land, title and fortune. The former Slytherin Ice Prince sat in his personal office within Malfoy Manor, doing his paperwork as he listened to the Wireless Wizarding Network. The announcers voice along with a shrill chime caught his attention.

“This just in, The Dark Lord Voldemort, has been killed. It has just come to the attention by way of the Ministry of Magic that he-who-must-not-be-named was destroyed by none other than Harry Potter. The full details shall be reported as soon as we receive word.”

The announcer stopped and the music started again. Draco sat at his desk with his eyes widened and a smile on his face. The Dark Lord Voldemort was finally dead. Draco knew that the wizarding world was going to be a little chaotic for a while, but things would get better in the long run now.

Blinky, one of his faithful house elves, interrupted his brief moment of happiness with word of an intruder in the far east portion of the forest, part of the expansive Malfoy Manor. Softly groaning Draco stood up and prepared to face whoever dare step foot onto HIS land.

Ron had finally stopped walking and wrapped Alex within his cloak. Resting the boy at the base of a large tree he smiled down at the youth. Glad that they were both alive, because Ron wouldn’t have known what he’d do without that boy. Brushing strands of ginger hair from his forehead Ron turned around and faced the owner of the land. Cursing his luck and how preoccupied he was with Alex, he didn’t bother reaching for his wand as he greeted Draco.

“Malfoy” Ron stated as he shifted his body to hide Alex behind him.

“What do you think you’re doing here Weasel B?” Draco asked in his usual sneering tone.

“Burrow was attacked.... barely got out, didn’t have time to get word to anyone. I know you’re neutral, but can I use your floo and maybe we can crash here, it’s been a long night. I’ll gladly pay you”

Draco blinked a tiny bit as he listened to Ron speak, we? Who was the other half of we? The ginger haired former Gryffindor must have been flying for a while.

“You didn’t hear then, Voldemort is dead. Potter finally killed him. And who the hell is we?! You don’t expect me to put Granger up in the Manor now do you?” Draco sneered at Ron as the former keeper shifted to the side, revealing a small lump at the base of the tree.

Ron shook his head slowly as he moved, lowering his head a little bit as he heard the hurt in Draco’s voice that reflected the one in his heart.

Looking at the boy sleeping at the base of the tree Draco’s heart sank to his feet. That flaming red hair, the nose, those freckles, it was Ron’s son. Though Draco knew about the wedding between Granger and Weasel B, he never expected the boy. Turning them out onto the streets wouldn’t make draco’s still broken heart and good (ok... somewhat good) nature feel any better. Ron saw the hurt within Draco’s always expressive eyes, and it hurt him just as much. And now Ron understood his greatest mistake, one that changed everything for him, he never told Draco just how much he cared for the blonde.

The next week passed in a blur of confusion and emotions. Arthur Weasley was now the Minister of Magic, Harry, after receiving his fortune and fame, disappeared into the muggle realm to forget everything happened, and just lead a normal life. Ron understood, but the tears he shed weren’t for Harry alone that week. Though most of the Weasley clan survived, there were a few who didn’t.

Ron stood between the two matching graves of those missing from his family. This tears stained cheeks matched everyone else’s at the funeral inside. Ron stepped out for air, and time to say his words in peace and quiet. Placing a prefect badge on the headstone of one grave his fingers ran tenderly over the engraved name.

Percival Weasley
Beloved Brother

With his heart already in his throat he turned to the second grave, his hands moving to brush a white owl feather from the top of the stone as he knelt in the fresh dirt. Pulling a bunch of flowers from inside his coat he placed them at the base of the headstone.

“Hermione Jane Granger-Weasley... I loved you so much, from the moment you stepped foot into my train compartment I knew you’d be a part of my life. I will miss you, your constant chiding over chores or lack of reading to Alex at night, gods, Alex misses you so already. But he knows that you will be watching over us.”

Standing up he leaned over softly to brush his lips along the heart engraved at the top of the headstone.

Years passed before he dared go back to the graves again. 10 years actually. It had hurt as much this time as it had in the past to visit. But this time, the memory of that earlier morning ran through his head.

“Alexandre Sirius Weasley get your arse out of bed!!” Bellowed Ron as Draco stood by his side, shaking his head softly as he listened to his husband trying to get the youth out of bed as always.

A muffled voice pleaded with his dads. “Come on.... gimme 5 more minutes dad”. Draco could only laugh at how the youth was just like his father.

~His early morning attitude, you have to drag him out of bed.
Only frosted flakes will do. He gets that from me... yeah he gets that from me ~

Draco calmed down the seething Ron and talked that ginger haired husband of his into going downstairs for breakfast as he entered the room to coerce their son out of bed with promises of shopping while Ron took care of a visit. Just nearly 9 years earlier Draco and Ron had admitted how they felt. With a smile Alex finally tromped down the stairs, his ginger hair slightly curly and sticking up at odd angles as he rubbed his eyes and sat down to his traditional bowl of cereal. Ron looked up from the latest edition of Quidditch Weekly to glance at the youth.

~His curly hair and his knobby knees,
the way the sun brings those freckles out~

A smile graced Ron’s features as he heard the pair talking about their favorite subject, quidditch. Ron took a moment to notice that Alex had grown yet again, the sleeves of his pajamas were getting short. As Ron’s eyes scanned his son he noticed the glittering of a simple gold ring along Draco’s finger. Ron had placed that ring on his husband’s hand nearly 8 years ago. And it shone now as it had back then, brilliant and perfect, just like the man who wore it.

~Talk and talk never miss a beat.
Yeah, he gets that from me...
He gets that from me~

Alex’s eyes met Ron’s for a moment and they both smiled. It was a great life. Sure, they had a few bumps along the way, but now everything was just as Ron had wanted it. A son and the man that he loved by his side.

~He looks at me with those big brown eyes; he’s got me in the palm of his hands
And I swear some times, it’s just like you’re here again.
He smiles that little crooked smile; there’s no denying he’s your child.
Without him I don’t know what I’d do, he gets that from you..
Yeah he gets that from you~