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Acceptance	By : Madam_Weasley Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N = Aww, Starr, I’m sorry my Ron is causing such conflicting feelings for you. I love Ron, I love all of the Weasleys. Well Ginny and Percy aren’t at the top of my list, but I love the rest of them!!!!
A/N = Anon, THANK YOU!!!! : )
                Potter and I worked out a schedule. Spend one night at my place, the next at his, and the third night apart and then start over. It kept us together but also as ourselves, time to think. The routine is nice. I’m scheduled to have dinner with the Weasley’s on Friday’s. The only dark thing on my horizon is this party. I would feel uncomfortable on my own there, but I’m terrified of my father being there. I don’t think he’ll do anything violent. He is most likely going to make an arse out of himself. It’s taken me 11 years to let go of old hatreds and my old ways. I made the choice to do it, it started before the battle at Hogwarts. I wanted out in sixth year when I took the mark and was sent to slaughter by the Dark Lord, but then it was hopeless. My father has never wanted out. He needed someone to follow. While he did realize toward the end he picked the wrong side he still wants the life style from then. He has a lot more to let go of and he doesn’t want to. He wants the benefits of being back in society without the work. It’s how his life has always been, reap but never sow.
                Saturday comes and I am sick to my stomach. If Potter and I are going to be together for any length of time these people are going to essentially be my family. I need to make a good impression; I need to make sure that they know I am not the same person they last saw. I need my father to behave. I need a miracle.
                At one o’clock Potter enters the fireplace in a flash of green light. He hops out and smiles a huge smile at me.
                “You ready?”
                “No, not even close.”
                “Why not?” He throws himself across the couch. “You look a bit green? Are you ok?”
                “No, not even close.” I sit on the couch and put my face in my hands.
                He sits up, “Seriously, what’s wrong?”
                I look at him over my fingers. “Well, I am going to attend a party where all but three people haven’t seen me since I was on the wrong side of the war. My father is attending said party and I have no clue how he’ll behave. I’m nervous and scared. Can you be both? Are they the same thing?”
                Potter comes over and sits on the arm of the chair I’m in and puts his arm around me. “Everyone that will be there knows that we are together. Ron, Hermione and I have all talked about how things are different now. I’m not going to say that there may not be uncomfortable moments, but I really think it will be ok. Hell, for a few years Percy disowned his family to follow Fudge blindly. They accepted him back with no questions asked.”
                “He’s their son. I’ve been nothing but the enemy.”
                “Now you are so much more.” He kisses the top of my head. That simple act makes me smile despite the fact that I want to vomit. “As for your father, you aren’t in charge of him or his actions. I promise, anything he does that may be negative will have no impact on how everyone sees you.”
                “You seem awfully confident about this.”
                “It’s my family. It will be ok. But since it’s my family, I need to get there a bit early so let’s go.”
                He leans down and kisses me, grabs my hand and pulls me up. “The Burrow. I’ll be waiting for you.” he says as he drags me to the fireplace.
                He grabs some floo powder and he’s gone. I take a few deep breaths. Merlin help me. I grab some floo powder, “The Burrow!” there’s no going back now.
                “Draco!” Before I’m all the way out of the fireplace Granger is hugging me. “I’m so glad you came.”
                “Hermonie, let him in the house. “ Weasley is then clapping me on the back. “Glad you made it mate.”
                It dawns on me that I am going to have to use first names. I can’t say ‘Weasley’ here without getting twenty responses.
                “Uh, thanks Ron.” It feels weird to say that. It must sound weird because Granger’s, Weasley’s and Potter’s heads all snap up at me in shock. “I figured I should go with first names today since there is more than one Weasley here.”
                They all nod at me but they still look confused.
                “Well come on then, let’s head to the kitchen.” Granger links her arm with mine and while this should make me feel better it scares me a little more.
                I look around the house as we maneuver through it. It’s small and shabby, but it’s clean and warm. It’s inviting and comforting. It feels like a home. The Manor is hard and cold. I made fun of this house for years. I’d never seen it of course, wouldn’t have been caught dead here. I can see now why Potter likes it so much.
                We get to the kitchen and there are people everywhere. It’s loud but in a good way. People are laughing, talking, and hugging. Children are running around and playing. Parties at the Manor were always formal dinner parties.
                “OI” Weasley yells beside me. “Everyone!” They stop talking and look towards us. “Harry and Draco are here.”
                I hadn’t expected to be announced and now everyone’s eyes are on us, on me.
                “Oh Harry dear.” Mrs. Weasley bustles over and hugs him.”I’m so glad you are here.”
She turns to me and I put out my hand. “Mrs. Weasley, thank you for the invitation. I want to apologize for everything…” I’m cut off as she pulls me in to a hug.
“Nonsense. What’s done is done. Welcome Draco.” She pats my cheek and smiles at me.
I blink at her. What is wrong with these people? How can they let that go so easily? Maybe that’s why they are so happy. They let go of what no longer matters.
Everyone comes around and introduces themselves. I’ve heard the names from Potter, but I can’t keep them straight. After introductions one of the older brothers announces it’s time to play quidditch.
“I brought our brooms over last night.” Potter whispers to me.
“What?”
“Whenever we all get together we play. So let’s go.”
Bill, Charlie, George, Weasley, Ginny, Ginny’s boyfriend; Derrick maybe, Potter and I all head out. Everyone else stays in the house to talk. Potter and I are on opposite teams, we play one keeper and three chasers. The entire group does include me. Cheering me on and playfully teasing. It was a very different experience. We played for at least two hours, until everyone was just about frozen to their brooms. I haven’t laughed that hard since, well I really don’t know when. On our way back to the house I realize that if my parents were coming they would be here already. I groan inwardly, there is the possibility that my parents have been here for an hour.
We get to the house and sure enough my mother is seated stiffly at the kitchen table and my father is standing behind her. Straight backed and with his nose in the air, nostrils flared. Damn.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Andromeda are also sitting at the table.
“Mum, we’re going to make hot coco, we’re freezing.” One of them yells as we walk in.
I see Father flinch at the volume of his voice.
“Hello Father. How are you?”
“Hello Draco.”
Ok. This is going well.
“Dinner will be done in a jiffy!” Mrs. Weasley announces. Hermione and the other wives whose names I can’t remember, except Fleur are helping in the kitchen. Tables are set up all around the house and everyone is moving around. Weasley is passing out mugs of hot coco; Granger is trying to set the tables.
Food and jugs of various kinds of drink are floating through the air to the different tables. It’s like a well rehearsed play.
“Lucius, please have a seat.” Mr. Weasley pulls out a chair for him.
“Yes, thank you… Arthur.” He says this like it hurts him. Can’t he try just a little bit harder?
“Can you believe it? Harry and Draco? After all that at Hogwarts. Ron, Hermione, and Harry talk about how well he’s doing now, owning a shop and all. You must be very proud. “Mr. Weasley is going on.
“He should be more than just a mere shop owner.” My father, always the charmer.
“George owns a shop, just down from Draco’s. He does a fair business. He’s happy and we couldn’t be happier for him.” I can hear the tone of Mr. Weasley’s voice change.
“Yes, well. Each family has expectations of their children don’t they?”
“Father.” Mother turns at the warning tone in my voice. She had been in a conversation with Andromeda and hadn’t heard the exchange.
“Lucius?” She narrows her eyes at him, searching for something.
He doesn’t address either of us.
“Ok everyone. Thank you all so much for being here. I love when I can have my family all together.” She clutches a locket as she says this.
“It’s got a picture of Fred in it.” Weasley nods toward the locket that Mrs. Weasley is holding. “Never takes it off.”
“Tuck in everyone!” She calls out and people start moving towards tables.
Mother and Father sit with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Andromeda. I make sure I’m at the next closest table. Mr. Weasley doesn’t give up. He seems determined to get a conversation going with my father. I wish he’d stop. If Father isn’t talking he can’t say anything wrong.
                “Have you been following quidditch Lucius? England played a good game this last time, the kids got to go, had a grand time from what they said.”
                “No, I haven’t.”
                Please Mr. Weasley, stop. Just stop.
                I can’t take part in the conversation at my table because I’m too preoccupied with what is going on at the other table. Fortunately Potter, Granger, and Weasley all seem to understand what I’m doing. Dinner continues with lots of conversation and laughter, Father partakes in none of it but does nothing to create a scene either.
                After everyone has eaten Mr. Weasley brings out an enormous cake. I’ve never seen anything like it. He sets it in front of Mrs. Weasley who beams.
                “Happy Birthday Dear.” He kisses her cheek.
                “Looking at her, she doesn’t need cake.” it’s low, it’s mumbled and it’s ALMOST low enough that no one could have heard it. But I did, Mother, Andromeda, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley did. Mother and Andromeda look down, ashamed. Mrs. Weasley’s cheeks turn pink and tears fill her eyes. I can’t move. I’m mortified. Mr. Weasley however, can move.
                The sound of knuckles on jaw are loud and everyone stops talking.
                “ARTHUR!” Mrs. Weasley jumps up with her hand over her mouth.
                My father is knocked out of his chair and is lying on the ground with a look of shock, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He’s helped to his feet my Mr. Weasley who grabbed him by the front of the robes and shoves him against the wall. Pictures are knocked down, flower vases knocked over.
                “You arrogant arse!” Mr. Weasley growls. All of the Weasley men and Potter are standing, not that they know what happened or what to do.
                “Arthur, let him go.”
                “I know you have always felt you are better than me and my family, I know we were on opposite sides of the war, but in case you haven’t noticed the WAR IS OVER AND YOU HAVE LOST! You have nothing, you ARE nothing. Draco is your only hope of being something ever again. The fact that you can claim that young man, who is only a shop owner, should be an honor! You were invited into MY HOUSE and you insult MY WIFE?! You will LEAVE NOW!” Mr. Weasley‘s voice is shaking with rage. He shoves Father towards the fireplace.
                Mother and I stand; our welcome has been worn out. Father looks terrified. No one has ever challenged him this way other than the Dark Lord. I feel Potter put his hand on my back. I can’t look at anyone.
                “Draco.” Mr. Weasley turns to me. “You and your mother are welcome, the choice to leave is yours. You are welcome here at anytime.”
                I feel torn. I feel I should leave with Father but I wanted to stay. My parents are watching me expectantly. Mother still looks ashamed. I look back at Mr. Weasley, he has his arm protectively around Mrs. Weasley.
                “Do you mean it Mr. Weasley? That I’m still welcome”’
                “Absolutly, anytime.”
                I look back at my parents. I walk over to mother and give her a hug. I look at father and turn away.
                “If you’re positive and the rest of the family is ok with it, I’d like to stay.”
                “Of course we’re ok with it.” Weasley says. “Come one, we’ve got cake to eat!”
                I watch my father get into the fireplace and disappear. Mother turns back to everyone.
                “I’m so sorry. I… I don’t know what to say.” her voice is shakey but she’s trying to maintain her composure. She will follow father.
                “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for dear.” Mrs. Weasley puts her hand on mothers arm. Mother sucks in her bottom lip and manages to look both haughty and pitiful at the same time.
                “Thank you. But I’m going to go with Lucius.”
                “Very well.”
                “Good bye.” She doesn’t make eye contact with me as she leaves.
                Slowly everyone sits back down and the cake is passed around. Mr. Weasley moves to sit beside me.
                “Draco, I’m terribly sorry for the way I behaved. I should never have hit your father.”
                “I never should have brought him. I knew that this was a bad idea, I was just hoping…”
                “Of course you were.” He pats me on the back and joins in with a conversation that Granger and Weasley are having.
                Potter takes my hand under the table and squeezes. “How are you?”
                “I’m ok.”
                “No, you aren’t. It’s ok that you aren’t. Just please remember that you have friends now, you have me. You don’t need to work through this on your own.”
                I eat my cake, which I’m sure is delicious but tastes like cardboard to me. I sit and listen to the conversations around me. I respond to any direct statement or questions. I can’t enjoy myself. After about 45 minutes since my parents left Potter stands up.
                “Well everyone, I think we’re going to get going.” He walks around and hugs everyone. I stand and go to Mrs. Weasley first.
                “I’m so sorry Mrs. Weasley. My father had no right. I… I don’t know what to say. Thank you for letting me stay.”
                “Draco.” She takes my face in her hands. “You are not your father’s keeper. You were a perfect gentleman. I’ll admit, we were leery when we heard that Harry had been seeing you so often but Ron and Hermione confirmed everything he had been saying. I want my children to be happy, Harry is happy with you. As Arthur said, you are welcome here anytime. It doesn’t seem as if your family and ours will be friends, but you will never be turned away because of that.” She pulls me in and kisses my cheek and then hugs me. I felt more warmth from her in that moment that I think I ever have from my own parents in my entire life. While Mother may have been more open with her feelings since her time in Azkaban it’s never been anything like this.
                I say goodbye to everyone else, Granger reminds me of Friday night dinners.
                “You’re place.” Potter says to me as he crawls into the fireplace.
                We meet back at my place. It’s supposed to be the night we stay at our own houses.
                “Will you stay to night?” I ask.
                “Of course.”
                We go to bed early. Potter pulls me close and I start to cry. Does this make me weak? I can’t help but worry. The last time I cried was alone in the shower. Now I’m doing it in front of Potter, what is he going to think? Could this day get any worse?
                He pulls me closer and lets me cry. He doesn’t tell me it’s ok or that it will all be fine. He just lets me get it all out. When I finally stop he rolls on his side and looks at me, wiping tears off my cheeks.
                “I’m sorry.” he kisses my forehead.
                I fall asleep soon after. I woke up two different times. Potter was still beside me, I curled into him both times and went back to sleep. I would deal with it all in the morning.
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