Meet the Parents
Chapter one: You've been driving me crazy
Hermione sighed as she placed a set of neatly folded robes into her suitcase. Normally, she would love to be taking a vacation, but she was rather dreading her upcoming trip to Cornwall. This trip was supposed to be a relaxing holiday, but her beau seemed to think it should be otherwise. The git wanted her to meet his parents. Now, Hermione wasn't concerned about making a good impression. Oh, no. She had already met her lover's parents numerous times throughout their years at Hogwarts. No, Hermione was worried as to whether the ministry would put her in Azkaban if she were to murder them on the spot. Hermione remembered well the numerous attempts his father had taken on her life. She too remembered the extremely condescending comments his mother had made about her in her sixth year. Hermione may have forgiven HIM for all the things he had put her through, but there was no way she would do the same for those retched people he was so fond of. Hermione had told him so when he proposed that they visit. He had simply pleaded with her until she gave in. He refused to beg, of course.
Hermione zipped up her suitcase and sat down, pouting slightly. Needless to say, she was not looking forward to this. "Oh come on, Annie, it won't be so bad. You forget my father is harmless now. He can't even use a levitation spell. And mother will warm up to you once she gets past the whole mud-blood (oh, sorry Annie) muggle-born thing." The blond lounging next to her on her bed drawled, picking up a pair of her knickers. Hermione scowled and snatched them away, stuffing them into her luggage with the rest of her clothes. "They still hate me, and I them. You can't change that Drake." She snapped. Draco looked at her nonplussed. "I changed your mind about me didn't I? I can assure you, every Malfoy will be at your feet by Christmas." He told her with an arrogant smirk. Hermione rolled her eyes at his egomaniacal persona and lied back down next to him. "Yes, you changed my mind about you, but your parents won't have it so easy. I wouldn't let them trick me into bed like you did. You know the only reason I even went near you after that was because I was sure I was pregnant. I wouldn't have even tried to get along with you had I known I wasn't." she argued, getting agitated. Draco raised an eyebrow at her the corner of his lip twitching upward as he suppressed a smile. "Well, Annie, first I should hope my parents don't trick you into bed, it would be highly disturbing. Secondly, yes you would have, I am simply too good for you to have stayed away." Draco smirked in response. Hermione gave him a disgusted look at his very Malfoy-ish statement and sat up. Draco watched her curiously as she crawled back off the bed. "Where are you going?" he called as she pulled her luggage off the bed and walked through the open doorway. Hermione walked into her entertainment room, shaking her head. "Annie…"she heard him groan as she dropped her suitcase next to the door. Hermione rolled her eyes as she heard him call her Annie.
Draco was completely stubborn when it came to calling her by her first name. He simply wouldn't do it. 'Nearly ten years of habit isn't going to die just because I find you overly attractive' he had argued when she insisted he stop calling her Granger. Neither would let down so they had compromised on letting him use her middle name instead. Draco, of course, had to be difficult and complained he didn't like the name Annabelle, and insisted on calling her Annie. Hermione didn't see the point in arguing with him on it, so for the last year she had been answering to the ridiculous take on her name. 'Besides your name sounds like Her-my-Annie really.' He had added in defense of the name. Hermione had given up when Harry had pointed out that was how Draco pronounced it.
Hermione felt a small tug on her pony tail and tilted her head back to look up at Draco who now stood behind her. "Annie, what's the matter?" he asked. Hermione sighed in exasperation, turning around. "I hate your parents." She grumbled flopping into an arm chair. Draco made a frustrated noise behind her as he moved to sit opposite her. "You don't know them." He sighed. Hermione made a fake gasp and put her hands over her mouth dramatically. "Oh, darling, I'm sorry was I supposed to make conversation with Lucius while I dodged the curses he was throwing my way? And goodness me, where were my manners when I let your mother simply leave after insulting me in public. I should have stopped her to invite her over for tea." She said in bitter sarcasm. She simply couldn't believe what Draco was asking of her. He wanted her to act like none of it had ever happened. Draco's grey eyes darkened as he glared at her. "Don't get sarcastic with me. This is serious. I'm not going to push the people who raised me out of my life because you don't get along. And I'm not going to let them push you out either. This is necessary if we're going to live together. My mother is constantly at my estate, so you have to get used to each other. And even though Lucius can't leave the manor, I see him at least twice a month. I can't have you three arguing every time you see each other." Draco said venomously.
Hermione shook her head in disbelief, dark curls falling onto her face. He was worried about them arguing? Draco was seriously naïve if he thought that was the problem. "Draco! Your father tried to kill me!" she hissed at him. Draco shrugged. "So did I." he said uncomfortably. Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Well, you're just an idiot. He is a cold blooded murderer." She explained. Draco scoffed. "You would say so" he muttered. Hermione sent him a scathing look. "And just what is that supposed to mean?" she asked her eyes shooting daggers at him. Draco reflected her glare and his scowl deepened. "You're a hypocrite. You've killed people too, just because all of the people on your side of the war got away with it doesn't make your victims any less dead." He said nastily. Hermione felt as though she had been slapped in the face. "How dare you. I am no hypocrite. I only killed someone who was trying to kill me. It was a war damn it!" she shrieked at him standing up. Draco was completely insensitive some times. It was one of the many things about him that made her want to hate him. Unfortunately, she didn't hate him; she rather loved to the point of being hopelessly in love with him. Draco stood up as well, his fists clenched. "Yes it was a war. Both sides of a war have casualties. Both sides of a war fight for a cause. Don't go judging my father by that, Granger. A war doesn't define the people who fight in it." He snarled at her. Hermione let out a long stream of air through flared nostrils. "You know I didn't think so, god knows I wouldn't have dated a freaking Death Eater for the past two years if I had. But now that you've said it, oh I can believe it. I'm leaving." Hermione shouted at the equally brassed off blond before her. She gave an angry sigh and shoved past him, grabbing her purse off the floor. Without a backwards glance, Hermione opened the apartment door and marched through it, slamming it behind her.
She really wished she could hate Draco right now. They had always had an unspoken agreement not to mention the fact that they had been enemies on the battlefield. He didn't mention that she had been responsible for killing a few death eaters, and in return she didn't mention that he had been one. They had discussed it before they got together and vowed never to speak of it again. Hermione admitted it was sort of her fault they had gotten on the subject, but it was all Draco's doing ultimately. Well, she chose to believe so anyway.
Hermione was almost outside the apartment building when she realized two important facts; she wasn't angry at Draco, she was just anxious about next week and she had just left HER apartment. "Bugger." She muttered. Hermione raced back up the stairs to the door marked 113 and pushed it open. Draco looked up and frowned from his spot on the armchair. Hermione rolled her eyes at him and dumped her bag back on the floor. "You need to stop making me do that." She said sitting down on the arm of his chair. Draco sniffed loudly, shrugging. Hermione could see a small smirk being suppressed by him. "Your own fault Annie. You were out of line. Not my fault you have a bad temper and memory." He said in a drawl. Hermione sent him a brief glare. "You were too. And you make me forget everything on purpose you-you slytherin." She countered. Draco shrugged again, looking unfazed. "So…fight over?" he asked lightly. Hermione sighed. "Fight over." She agreed. Draco smirked in satisfaction. "Good, now come here. You have been driving me crazy all day." he groaned tugging on her arm. Hermione smiled and allowed him to pull her into his lap. "Oh, sorry about that." She giggled. "You better be." He whispered, kissing her lustfully.
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A/n: Changed format a bit on this chapter. Sorry, didn't realize it was that bad, of course this isn't much better,but…Well thanks Smoochie and please review everyone! oo>Laura