Draco Weasley?

Chapter Three: Two Steps Back

By the time the two men approached the tall crooked structure that was the Burrow, Draco was back in full Malfoy mode. Gone was the scared boy holding on to his newfound father. He had been replaced by the cold Prince of Slytherin, the infamous sneer firmly in place.

"This is where you live?" spat Draco. "It really shouldn't surprise me that your family is poorer than the dirt on their faces."

"This is your family too now Draco, and it would do you well to remember that you are, in fact, a Weasley," scolded Arthur. He was reaching his wits end with the spoiled child. Never had he needed to hold in his temper this much, even with seven kids! 'Eight,' he silently reminded himself, he now had eight kids. Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Draco, and Ginny. 'Wait, was that even right?' Was Draco older or younger than Ron? It finally struck him that as much as he knew about the spoiled Malfoy heir from his children's various encounters with the boy, he really knew nothing of Draco, the boy who was suddenly his son. He would have a lot to learn about this boy, his boy, but that would need to wait until he was talking again. Malf- Draco had gone silent at his last comment and now contented himself with scowling as they walked along. Maybe Molly would know how to deal with the boy. 'Molly!' He hadn't thought of all the issues that came along with his new 'bundle of joy' certainly not the least of which was telling his wife!