A/N: Okay. I know it's been a while. But here's the newest installment to Draco Lucifer...Granger? I hope you guys enjoy it!

-Jessie

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in this story. All belong to J.K. Rowling. Only the plot is mine.

Draco Lucifer… Granger?

His eyes opened in the morning and fell upon his covers where he saw the dim light against his legs. Draco rolled over and once again looked out the windows to see that the storm hadn't yet passed. The murky gray rain clouds swirled outside and he yawned and laid there for a long moment to realize he was the only one in the room… And then everything came flooding back to him and he felt a wave of nausea come over him.

"I'm at the Burrow," a small tired voice whispered inside of his head. He ran a pale hand over his face and let out a sigh.

"I'm at the fucking Burrow," he repeated, only this time it was aloud. The rain fell softly against the window and he sat up, the covers falling away from his chest. He then put his face in both of his hands and rubbed at his eyes.

"This is not really happening," he groaned.

"You bet your life it is," that tiny voice answered back again.

He listened for a moment to the sounds around him and he realized he didn't hear anything coming from outside of Ronald's bedroom door. RONALD'S bedroom door… For a moment he thought that maybe the sound proofing charm that Hermione had cast the night before hadn't extinguished yet. But he figured she'd taken that off when she went back to bed… A cold feeling spread through Draco's stomach and slowly inched up into his throat… He didn't know why he was suddenly on edge… He figured that the Burrow would be noisy during the day seeing as so many were packed under one roof. So where was everyone? He sat up slowly just as the door opened…

Draco drew his wand and pointed it at the intruder when he realized it was only Harry coming into the room.

"Whoa! Malfoy! What the hell?" Harry snapped ripping his wand from his pocket and pointing it back at Draco. He quickly threw his hair out of his face and took a defensive stance.

"Oh," Draco murmured, letting his hand drop and rest at his side. "It's only you…"

Harry stared at him questioningly for a moment and then also put his wand away.

"You're pretty jumpy aren't you?" he asked, sitting down on the bed he'd slept in the previous night. He leaned against the wall and looked at Draco expectantly. Draco looked at his adversary for a long time before he answered. It was clear to Harry that he was weighing his options in his mind. He could tell Potter to sod off. Or he could talk to him… He would most likely be staying with them for a bit so telling him to sod off wouldn't be his best bet… He was debating on taking that option anyway.

"This is all new to me," Draco said. He rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. "I'm not used to having to be on high alert every second that I'm breathing…"

"Welcome to my world," Harry murmured. He pulled a snitch out of his pocket and Draco recognized it as one of Hogwarts'. He figured it was probably of sentimental value to Potter. "We were going to go play some Quidditch after the rain clears up… You can come if you want."

"You don't have to be nice to me Potter… Nothing's changed. Not really anyway…" Draco replied awkwardly.

"Well if you really think about it, it has. You said so last night in a way… You said the fact that you were here with us meant that you had nobody… None of us would've ever thought that we'd be spending our summer with you Malfoy. That's a sign in itself…"

"Yeah…" Draco muttered. "Sorry bout that…"

Harry looked surprised for a second and then shrugged. "It's no matter. Not your fault anyway."

The two of them fell silent for a moment.

"You know how you said that people expected a lot from you?" Draco asked thoughtfully. He wasn't looking directly at Harry but he was fiddling with a loose thread in the quilt he was laying under.

"Yeah," Harry said. "They think I'm the one to save the wizarding world…"

"Right… Well I used to have just about as much responsibility on me as you do… They expected me to be the one to deliver you to the Dark Lord seeing as I was the one that was so close to you everyday… And if I didn't do that they would execute my family… They wanted me to be the one to bring down muggle borns and half-blooded wizards and put an end to it. "

Harry's eyes widened when he realized what Malfoy was saying.

"Wait… So you think that they murdered you parents because you didn't-"

"Because I didn't bring you in… It's really the only thing I can think of… But I wasn't supposed to go after you until school started so I just don't understand it…" Draco muttered. His fists were clenched as he spoke.

Harry became silent as the wheels began to turn in his mind.

"It sounds like something else happened Malfoy," he said after a moment. "How can you get punished for something you hadn't failed to do yet?"

--

The rain let up around one that day, although the sky was still a dark murky gray. Hermione and Ron were outside playing a bit of one on one Quidditch when Harry and Draco came out of the burrow, Draco dressed in some of Harry's clothing.

"Hey guys," Harry said with a smile. Hermione and Ron touched down and approached them from across the yard.

"Hey," Hermione said smiling at both of them. Draco nodded at them from behind Harry. He wasn't feeling overly friendly but he didn't see a reason to be rude either. Ron didn't acknowledge Draco's presence at all.

"We were thinking of going for a walk," the redhead said. "Hermione's been beating my arse all morning."

Harry laughed and clapped Hermione on the shoulder.

"Who says a girl can't play the game?" she asked with her chin up. "You want to come Draco?"

Draco looked rather surprised at Hermione's offer… Yet he was thankful. It made him feel welcome.

Ron cringed slightly and it became clear to the blonde that Ron was trying to ignore the fact that he was there.

"You know… I don't think I will… I'll just er… hang around here I guess. Maybe see if Mrs. Weasley needs help with anything," Draco said staring down at his feet.

"Like I'd want to leave you here, alone with my mother, Malfoy. Think again!" Ron said. "You're coming."

"Oh am I?" Draco asked his gray eyes narrowing. The two of them advanced on each other.

"Oh get off it, will you?" Hermione snapped coming between them. "We're going for a walk and Draco doesn't have to come if he doesn't want to. Even though Harry and I wouldn't mind it if he did decide he did want to, Ronald!"

"And if we leave him here I might come back to my family dead in the living room! Or he might end up molesting my little sister!" Ron cried dramatically. "I don't think so!"

"You're being ridiculous Weasel!" Draco yelled. "Why would I want to kill your family? Or do anything so disgusting to the Weaselette? If I was going to do any of that I would've already done it last night!"

"Not helping," Hermione snapped quietly glaring up at the blonde.

"See? He's thought about it!" Ron screeched.

"Now you've done it," Harry sighed at Malfoy, grasping Ron on his arm, preparing to hold him back.

"Not until just now you retard!" Draco bellowed disregarding what Harry had just said and continuing his argument with Ron.

"Alright!" came Mrs. Weasley's voice from across the yard. She was coming towards them with a rolling pin in her hand and all three boys backed away looking completely alarmed. Hermione gave them all a puzzled look and figured they had all probably, at one point or another, had a bad experience with a rolling pin. She snickered to herself. "What on Earth is going on out here now?"

"They're having a small disagreement," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"Well it didn't sound very small to me! You're spooking the chickens!" Mrs. Weasley said motioning at the birds that were fleeing across the lawn, trying to get away from all of the noise. "What's this commotion about?"

"Mum, I was telling Malfoy he had to come with us on the walk because I didn't want to leave him alone with you," Ron began.

"That's rubbish. Why don't you want him to stay here with me?" she asked.

"He's afraid I have murderous intentions," Draco grumbled, glaring at the redhead. "Honestly…"

"We were just trying to get him to come on the walk with us, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said. "Harry and I don't mind… We decided it would be easier if we all got along."

"And when did you two decide this?" Ron snapped looking as though he'd just been slapped in the face.

"When you two were still asleep," Harry said. "We both woke up early this morning…"

"Well why would I want to go anywhere with this one now?" Draco asked glaring at Mrs. Weasley's youngest son.

"I think you should, Draco," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. "Do you like the outdoors?"

"I don't really know…" Draco began, before he looked down at his shoes again.

"What do you mean you don't know? Haven't you ever been hiking or exploring?" Mrs. Weasley asked. The fact that his mother was being so civil to his worst enemy was making Ron look more sour by the minute.

"Actually not all that much. Usually after I got home from school my father would keep me locked up in the house the whole summer unless I was going to stay with one of my friends. And that didn't happen very often either…"

"Wow," Ron began. "You're weird…"

Draco looked up and glared at him just as Mrs. Weasley smacked her son on the arm.

"I thought we'd established that already," Draco said with his eyebrows raised. "I'm not like you guys… At all. I'm just a socially inept loser," the blonde shrugged and wandered off into the Burrow with his shoulders slumped.

"Now look what you've done," Hermione growled before she went after Malfoy.

"Oh come on Mione! He just wants everyone to feel sorry for him!" Ron yelled. This earned him another swift blow from his mother.

"You listen to me right now, Ronald Weasley," she began. Harry knew this was going to be really awkward so he followed Hermione into the house. "I don't know where my son went but you're behaving abominably! That boy deserves a little sympathy. He just lost his parents! Now I know you two haven't always seen eye to eye. I know that none of you, Hermione, Harry, or Draco have ever gotten on with each other but you'll learn how to! Because he needs us! You understand me?"

Ron looked stubbornly down at the grass.

"Do you understand me?" Mrs. Weasley barked.

"Yes mother," Ron said quietly. He was glaring at his shoes now.

"Look at me Ronald!" she ordered. He did as he was told.

"Do you understand me?" she asked again.

"Yes mother," he said, looking into his mother's red and angry face.

"Now I want you at some point today to go and apologize to him-"

"Aw! Wha?" he began to protest.

"-And you make him feel welcome here. You hear me? No ifs, ands, or buts about it!" Mrs. Weasley said turning away from her son. "I swear. I don't know what's gotten into all of you all of a sudden."

She walked away grumbling darkly to herself as she entered her kitchen.

--

"It'll be alright," Hermione said soothingly. "You've just got to give it some time and perhaps he won't be so threatened by you."

"I don't get why he is," Draco began. He sounded muffled as Harry approached Ron's room. "I'm not here to start trouble."

"One might not be so sure. You've been fighting with Ronald since you got here," Hermione said. Harry looked through the small crack in the door to find Hermione sitting next to Draco with her arms wrapped around him. He soon realized why Malfoy sounded so muffled. His face was buried in Hermione's shoulder.

"Weasley was fighting with me since I walked through his kitchen door," he muttered. "I feel like I'm in the twilight zone or something. I would've never even thought that one day I'd see what Weasley's house looked like either way. I sort of want you all to see my house now."

Harry watched as Draco's hands went around Hermione's waist and he didn't know what to make of this new development. He backed away from the door with his hand to his mouth. He then moved forward and lifted his hand to knock, hesitated and then backed away again.

"I never even would've thought that I would talk to any of you enough to really know as much as I do… I only knew what I assumed," Draco went on. "And my assumptions were wrong… Well except for my assumptions about Weasley. I was right about those."

Hermione giggled. "He just doesn't catch on as quickly as Harry and me," she replied. "We understand the importance of all this. And we want to help you, Draco."

"Can I ask you something?" Malfoy asked. He pulled away from Hermione for a moment but didn't take his hands from her.

"Hmmm?" she asked.

"How did you know I wasn't going to hurt you last night? When I was holding my wand on you like that?" he questioned her with his eyes downcast. "I'm not proud of the fact that I threatened you… I suppose I'm just wondering…"

Hermione smiled and brushed a strand of his platinum blonde hair out of his eyes. That was the first time that Harry had seen Draco Malfoy let anyone touch his hair.

"Because I have more faith in you than that," Hermione replied. "I know you're a good person. Despite what you've done in the past. And I believe that with better friends you can better yourself as well. I'm here for you and in time the other two will be too. They just haven't fully soaked in your situation yet," Hermione said. She put her hand on Malfoy's cheek. "You'll see."

"What if there's been too much rivalry between all of us?" Draco asked.

"Don't worry about that right now," Hermione said. "Just try your best and I know that they will too…"

"Or Potter will and I'll have to sleep with one eye open with the Weasel," Draco grumbled.

"Word of advice, Draco," Hermione giggled. "Stop calling him Weasel. And he'll probably stop hounding you… Have you ever noticed how we used to call you Ferret and you call him Weasel? They're kind of the same thing."

"I never realized that," Draco muttered.

"You'll be okay Ferret Boy," Hermione teased. "We all just need to adjust to the change."

"Ferret Boy?" Malfoy asked.

"Yeah," Hermione said. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I'll teach you," Draco said. And before Harry knew it, Draco had pounced upon Hermione and was rough housing with her. It was then that he knocked.

Draco hurriedly sat up and separated himself from Hermione.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," Harry muttered. "I was just going to see if you two were still up for that walk…"

Hermione stood, a tad bit red in the cheeks.

"Yeah," she said. "Are you Draco?"

"Sure," he muttered, refusing to look Harry in the eye. "Is um… Ron coming?"

"I don't know yet," Harry began. He didn't know how he should take what he just saw. Did this mean that Hermione and Draco were becoming an item? Or did it mean they were friends? He himself had messed around with Hermione in that way before but he wasn't sure what Malfoy's intentions were… and he intended to find out. "He tends to hold grudges… But then again don't we all?"

Draco shrugged.

"We'll play it by ear then," he replied. And the three of them went downstairs.