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Thirty minutes later, Harry was dusting himself off after a rather shaky floo powder trip to The Burrow. He had hastily cleaned the fruit and cream off himself, and had quickly packed his trunk before Ron and Percy arrived in the living room.

Petunia was quite glad to see him go. She mumbled something about hearing strange noises coming from Dudley's room when Draco had been 'looking for his contact lenses' earlier that day.

"Blimey, Harry! Your trunk is really heavy! Have you gone and bought a whole library or something?" George asked, wheezing. Harry sheepishly shook his head.

"No, that's something Hermione would do," Harry replied. Ginny blanched at the mere mention of the woman she desired, and she quickly fled for her room.

"Ginny's been acting so weird lately," George said, after Ginny had gone.

"She always acts weird," Ron said. Everyone laughed evilly at this. But their laughing was cut short as Harry's trunk began to move and then, all of a sudden, it dramatically swung itself open and Draco Malfoy crawled out. Ron, Fred, and George flew back in shock as Draco adjusted himself.

Draco looked up with a mock grin at the Weasleys, "Well, it's attack of the clones. So, are you going to get your guest a cup of tea? On second thought, you commoners probably use tap water."

"Come here, you! I'm gonna have you!" Fred screamed, grabbing Draco by the collar.

"It's all right, Fred. He's not that bad. He'll behave himself. Won't you, Malfoy?" said Harry.

"Of course I will. Especially if he keeps grabbing me like that. Nothing like being close-" Harry interrupted Draco before he could finish. It was one thing Ron thinking Harry was gay but another if it was with Malfoy.

"Draco, why don't you go and unpack?" Harry suggested.

"There's no way he's staying here, Harry!" Ron bellowed. After half an hour, Ron agreed on the conditions that:

1. "Malfoy sleeps in the cellar!"

2. "He cleans the owlery every day!"

3. "He makes breakfast every day!"

4. "Cleans the house, WITHOUT magic!"

"However," Ron said with an insane grin, "that list is nothing compared to the main condition, Malfoy, you stinking piece of slime. We all know how much you adore Muggles and all their traditions. You must sing a Muggle song in a karaoke competition. I'll let you stay if you sing one Muggle song now." Ron finished, clearly enjoying himself.

"Fine," said Draco. "I do listen to Mother's records occasionally. She's a Muggle singer, you know. She didn't make it in the Wizard charts, but she's big in the Muggle world. You may know her. She goes by the alias of 'Kylie Minogue' sometimes. Here goes." Draco looked around at his audience, making certain he had everyone's undivided attention. He cleared his throat and began to sing into his wand as if it were a microphone:

"I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky. I should be so lucky in love. I should be so lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky. I should be so lucky in lo-ove," sang Draco, straight at Harry, who turned bright red. "I should be so lucky, luc-"

"AAAGGGGGGHHHHH! ENOUGH OF THAT SONG!" screamed Ron. "I cannot believe that Muggles listen to such crap! Malfoy," Ron pointed his wand at Draco, "if you EVER sing a song like that again, I will personally scoop out your eyes with a blunt spoon, and then post them to your mother. Am I understood?"

"Crystal, weasel-bonce. Now, where is that tea?"

At dinner, a few hours later, The Weasleys (minus Ginny who had been sent to her room earlier for being a pain in the arse), Harry, and Draco sat around stuffing their faces with home-made shepherd's pie, mashed potatoes and carrots.

"Mrs. Weasley," drawled Draco, "for a poor person, you do make exceedingly good shepherd's pie."

Ron, Fred, George, and Percy all jumped up, wands out.

"TAKE THAT BACK!" screamed Ron. "TAKE THAT BACK, BEFORE I RAM WHAT'S LEFT ON YOUR PLATE RIGHT DOWN YOUR SNIVELLING, SLYTHERIN THROAT. TAKE IT BACK!"

"Weasley, calm, deep breath, now. Mrs. Weasley, it was meant as a compliment. I'm sorry. We Slytherins aren't used to complimenting people, and actually meaning it. Mrs. Weasley, you are a fine cook." Draco smiled at Mrs. Weasley as if to emphasize the point.

"Malfoy, do you need to use the toilet?" asked Harry, who had been glowering at him in the exchange with Ron.

"Potter," he hissed, "I am smiling."

"Well, stop. You look like you're constipated."

Draco was stopped by a knock on the Weasley's door.

"Hello? Anyone in?" It was Hermione.

Ginny came running down the stairs. Ron bolted up from the table. "Hermione, I can't believe you came! I thought the library came before me!"

Ron ran to Hermione who had her arms outstretched, but, somehow, Ron managed to miss her completely and the next thing they knew Hermione was in Ginny's arms. Hermione realized in time that the entire family was there and tried to explain.

"Er... Ginny was upset because she and Neville broke up."

"I don't believe it. You mean someone actually went out with that-"

"Be very careful, Malfoy," Ron warned.

"-beautiful creature. With her lovely red hair and... erm... Well, I mean, how could he?" Draco finished.

"Draco, are you still hungry? It's just that I've made more food, especially for you," Mrs. Weasley said, lifting the platter to reveal a feathery sort of chicken. Only it wasn't a chicken but Hermes.

"I'm not eating that crap!"

"You will if you want to stay here, Dracky," Ron taunted. Draco looked to Harry for support, but Harry merely looked away.

"Tuck in mate!" Fred said, tapping Draco hard on the back.

Hermione had pulled away from Ginny, a bit perplexed at the expression on Ginny's face. Hermione blushed when it finally dawned upon her.

"Oh, right. Orville, I mean-Neville and I broke up," said Ginny dreamily. The color drained from Hermione's face.

"So, how about that lovely meal Mrs. Weasley prepared for you, Draco?" said Hermione, trying her best to draw everyone's attention away from her and to just about anywhere else.

"I'm not touching that rubbish! I'm quite satisfied, thank you. Perhaps some wine to toast Potter and Krum would be in order?" said Draco, changing the subject.

"VIKTOR AND I ARE NOT-"

"Don't get so touchy, Potter," Draco interrupted. "Or I'll tell Krum you got mad enough to not refer to him as 'Vicky'," Draco snickered. Harry was about to protest when there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Harry said, relieved to to be out of the conversation. Harry walked to the door and yanked on the handle. Harry smiled when he saw who it was.

"Hello Neville," said Harry.

"Hullo Harry," said Neville sheepishly.

"Come on in. You'll be happy to know that Hermione is here." Harry grinned as he stepped aside to let Neville in.

"Actually, I was hoping I would run into you here, Harry," said Neville, his ears turning pink. Harry stopped in his tracks. "Are you okay, Harry? You look like someone's kicked you in the stomach," continued Neville, taking Harry's hand in his. Harry's eyes flew wide-open, the blood quickly drained from his face, and he fainted into crumpled mass on the floor. The others had come to greet Neville.

"What happened to Harry?" said Ron taken aback at the sight of Harry completely out of it. Neville was blushing furiously. Draco bit his bottom lip in a mischievous smile.

"Let me guess," sneered Draco.

"How about we let you live, you evil prat?" said Hermione. "What happened here, Neville?"

"Er... Um... I... KILLED HIM!" Neville yelled, breaking into maniacal laughter.

"WHAT?" Mrs. Weasley screamed, almost jumping back through the wall.

"Err.. No, that's a bad one," he said to himself. "Erm... He died. Just like that." He looked at the Weasleys, as if that was explanation enough.

Just then, Harry sat up suddenly, his head landing somewhere it shouldn't have. It landed Draco, who didn't seem to mind. Harry moved away quickly to wash his hands.

"Oh, praise the Lord, he's alive!" Neville sang, unconvincingly. He then shuffled into the Weasley's dining room and finished Draco's dinner.

"That was... unusual." Fred sighed. "Just another day in the Weasley household."

Hermione, meanwhile, had begun shuffling away from Ginny uncomfortably, seeing as she was attempting to hold her hand.

Upstairs, Harry was scrubbing his hand with a nail brush when Draco slinked in.

"You should have stayed where you were a bit longer, Potter." He drawled.

"Shut up, Malfoy! Anyway, I think I should tell you something. I've never told anyone this before, Malfoy, but...."

To Be Continued......